A/N: I will say right now, that while sexual activities and feeding off of life energy during sexual activities are mentioned and implied, there will be no view of these scenes whatsoever. Should this change in the future, I will change the rating from T to M and give appropriate warnings, but I have no plans to ever actually write a sex scene within this story. And on another note, sexual activities will be implied with BOTH males and females, I am classifying Harry as Bisexual. I'll just make that clear now before anyone chews my head off for implications or not giving warnings etc, as I've gotten in the past.

You've now had fair warning, if it offends you, please keep this important message in mind. I don't care. And will promptly ignore your complaints of offense. Otherwise, happy reading!

Harry was warring with himself, he'd slipped the potion flushers to Hermione...and no smoke had come out. He tried Ron and Ginny as well. No dice. While he was happy to know the repercussions coming to them at the end of October had well and truly been earned...he couldn't help but feel even further betrayed by them. He shouldn't have gotten his hopes up, he knows, but that was that. He walked with them to their last quidditch practice in September, he felt exhausted, but knew some of his troubles would be gone once November came around. Then again, then new troubles would arise in the form of court trials and investigations that had to be handled delicately. He'd take his vow once more in front of the Wizengamot in November at some point, probably closer to the end of the trials that would take place, and that would no doubt cause Riddle to begin terrorizing people once more. His main concern was Azkaban, he had no doubt that Voldemort's first move would be to break his Death Eaters out of Azkaban, so he was drafting a letter to Amelia after practice, he had to. Amidst the trials of those who have betrayed him, the convicted Death Eaters needed to be tried once more, and sentenced to death publicly. A way to raise morale. Public executions were still legal in magical Britain, just very rare, and always carried out by guillotine or sword. He thought that hanging them would be far more efficient, and less messy. That, or they quietly killed them all in Azkaban and just didn't report the deaths until Voldemort made his move.

But his letter draft would have to wait, Angelina was going to set them to work right away. "Listen up! Our uniforms just came in, so come and get them! Calinthe, 01! I'm 02. Spinnet, 03! Bell, 04! Weasley and Weasley, 05 and 06! Potter, 07! Reserves! Thomas, 08! Ginny Weasley, 09! Robbins, 10! Ronald Weasley, 11!"

Wow, numbers higher than 7 this year? Surprising. But he took his new uniform with pride. They'd changed up the design it seems, the shirt under the outer robe now had a calf length back and hip length front, knit like a thick sweater. The pants were red, the robe lined with gold. The shirt and robe both had names and numbers on them. "Everyone get changed into full uniform and line up with your brooms! We're getting that team picture!" Angelina orders.

She's gotten so used to having to yell over the wind that she yells on the ground to. Their poor Captain. The locker room was loud and rowdy, the new uniforms had everyone excited. Daniel Calinthe, once changed, admired the uniform while babbling about how Wood once wore the same number and he'd make him proud. It was adorable, especially once he blushed upon realizing everyone could hear him. "Come on Daniel, Angelina's giving us an Oliver Wood original practice regime today." Harry pats the second year's shoulder.

He brightens up, rushing out. "Poor Daniel." "Doesn't know." "What he's." "Getting into." The twins lament, tittering as they did so.

"He'll learn, but he's got the enthusiasm, and that's what counts." Harry chuckles, following Daniel at a much more relaxed pace.

The tablets had turned out to be something spectacular for students. There were so many apps and functions that they were still figuring out. One of which, was the camera function. Angelina had discovered, entirely by accident, that she could take videos with her tablet, so she filmed them a lot to break down their technique. She often had at least one of them filming the other teams to break them down to. November was a month and a half away, and November always marked the beginning of the season. Their point differentials mattered, Angelina wanted perfect wins with differentials of at least 200, meaning the Chasers and Keeper had to be in top form, so their strategy included a lot of live drills on the ground and in the air to ensure they were ready. Harry was challenged pretty much anywhere, they'd throw coins, tennis balls, candies. Anything tiny. He was supposed to track and catch, even in the halls between classes. It had certainly helped his awareness, which translated into Nevan's lessons. "Alright! Let's see here. Daniel, you're the shortest, so front and centre. Weasley boys in the back with Dean. Ginny beside Daniel, Demelza to. On one knee here, on the bench. Harry, hmm, beside me. Alicia on my left, Katie on Harry's right. We're down on both knees straight. How's it look Colin?" Angelina asks the boy, who has the tablet.

"Perfect! Everyone smile!"

No flash, thank god. He probably took a dozen versions, so they switched up their smiles and took a few funny photos. A few with their brooms to. Angelina would decide the best looking pictures. Once she put her tablet away, they were working themselves hard. It truly felt like Oliver was back, and he was extremely appreciative of Dante's insistence on keeping a physical element to their classes, otherwise training would be torture right now. He felt sort of guilty about his demonic half making practices easier and easier for him, but what could he do? "Alright everyone! One last lap around the pitch on foot, then we'll hit the showers!" Angelina calls.

Thank. God. He completed his lap before everyone else, eager to wash off.

He felt exhausted, more so than he should. He's been sleeping and eating properly, he's not too stressed out with schoolwork, even with his added workload, and he's rested his mind when he needs to. So why is he so tired? Since it was the weekend, he was heading straight to the Life Skills classroom now that he was done with everything else he needed to do that day. Dante took one look at him, then immediately got Nevan. She glanced at him, and sighed. "Mmm. It seems your powers have been awakening earlier than they should. Some of them anyways." She sighs.

"Is that why I've been so tired lately?"

"I'm sorry dear, looks like I need to teach you how to feed. Off of blood, and off of energy."

"You weren't kidding about the whole blood drinking thing? Umm..."

"Well, part of this power is replenishing energy you've lost. It will heal your injuries and wash away your exhaustion. It seems seduction and hypnosis just jumped to the top of the list."

"I'm sorry. What?" His face turns a lovely rose shade, to which Nevan pats his cheek placatingly.

"It means, Harry, that you'll have to find people to feed off of. The easiest way to gain energy is to fuck people. But since this is a magic school, you should technically be able to steal energy from others by taking ambient magic from them." Dante steps in quickly.

The teen stammers, unable to form coherent words. "Don't you worry love, you'll have men and women of your choosing sitting pretty at your feet very soon." Nevan purrs, looking utterly pleased with herself.

"No! I don't want that!"

The two older demonic beings give him pitying looks. "Sometimes demonic biology and instinct win over human propriety. I've learned to compromise with my less than stellar urges to destroy everything around me by channeling by aggressions elsewhere. In this case, you just need to find an alternative way to feed yourself properly."

"So I could feed off of ambient magic instead?"

"It's not so instantaneously gratifying, and it wouldn't work away from magic rich environments. It's really just best if you were to get over your reservations now dear. As for blood, that's easily obtained from separate victims. Though blood bags work just fine to." Nevan states.

"What is all this excess energy drainage for, then?"

"Well, judging from your aura, I'd say you're body is getting ready to unleash electrical based attacks far too soon." Dante informs him.

Harry pales. "But I'm nowhere near ready to take on elemental powers. I've only just become moderately adept at flying with my own wings for longer periods of time, let alone elemental abilities. I'm only 15...is there any way to slow this down?"

"I'm really sorry kid, but no. Your body says it's ready, it's still in desperation mode. Your power and instincts have been locked away for so long they're vying to break free from their current constraints so they can't be sealed again."

"So I'm going to need to be extremely careful so I don't lose control?" Harry sighs.

"This could be for the best. We may only be able to be with you for a year until you get free of your current...captors. Instincts are a powerful thing. Your own subconscious stress could also be causing this. Can you think of any stress factors?" Nevan asks gently.

"At the end of October, the Will my parents left will finally be unsealed and read. On November 1st, lawsuits against my relatives and those who have betrayed me will be filed. November will be take over by the court proceedings that are sure to follow closely behind. And then there's Voldemort and his Death Munchers lurking around somewhere, their first move will probably be to free their forces from Azkaban, I want all of the prior accused tried once more, and either given the death penalty for terrorism, or proven to be innocent of what they were accused of. And until this all happens, I have to constantly be on guard because Dumbledore and my so called friends " Harry rambles.

"Such a combination of factors cannot be healthy." Nevan sighs.

"Demonic powers in half-breeds always seems to manifest or grow when we are under intense stress. Usually, that stress is short term. Yours is long term. You'll get real sick if you don't start feeding properly. Listen to Nevan, I'll give you two the privacy of my office while I work down here. I recommend you go feed tonight. I'll arrange for the extra blood bags." Dante shoos them off up the stairs.

Once the two relatives are sitting down on cushy couches, Nevan breeches the subject of feeding. "There is two ways you could currently feed your demonic half. Do you remember what we've spoken about?"

"By drinking the blood of others, or by feeding off their energy through...through sex." He sighs.

"You're coming to terms with it, this is good. Now, sexual release is the easiest way to feed off of the life energy given off, and most pure and sating when you extract it yourself. But, for now, you could probably get away with taking it from nearby."

"What about...blood?"

"Well, Dante or I bleed into a cup once a day, and you drink it while it's still hot and our power still thrums through it." Nevan doesn't sugarcoat it.

Either way, it won't be the most pleasant of experiences for him. At all. "And this is just for my demonic side, what else will my human side need?" Harry asks.

"Lots of proteins, vitamins, healthy sugars, healthy fats. In higher quantities than normal humans, since your metabolism will become more and more efficient and quick as your body matures."

"I...don't think I'm ready to prey on my fellow students just yet."

"Then we'll try blood first. Here." Nevan gets a cup and a sharp knife from a nearby cabinet, cleaning them.

Harry shies away. "Are you...you shouldn't hurt yourself."

"I'll be fine. I'll barely feel it, perks of being a demon with my sort of powers. Now drink it while it's hot, think of it like a potion. Disgusting, but good for you. Necessary." She explains with a secretive smile, even as she cuts a gash into her arm to fill the cup.

Then hand it to him.

Harry takes her advice, downing it quickly. It's not a small glass she gave him, but he finds that the blood actually tastes rather sweet on his tongue. He doesn't feel instantly energized like he'd been expecting, but he expected it was much like regular digestion, energy would be distributed as his body broke down the blood into nutrients his cells could use. Nevan gives him an expectant smile. "It...was..it was good." He admits, feeling barely guilty about admitting it, even when he thinks he should feel guilty about it.

"Human blood tastes even better, especially the blood of virgins. There is truth in purity and magic." Nevan gleefully points out.

He does feel guilty about the curiosity that shoots through his mind at that moment, the wondering of how much better human blood tastes than demon blood does. "It won't be like drugs will this? Becoming addictive?" He asks warily, realizing he was riding a sort of pleasant high after a few minutes.

"No. As your body and power settle, you'll only crave such sustenance when you need it. Right now, you need it, so your instincts. Tell me what your instincts tell you."

A lesson. Joy. How does he tell what his instincts are telling him? He stops thinking like a human, and as a demon, but how? He had to be careful. Wait, those urges. "Telling me to eat...to find more food. I'm not satisfied...but the glass was tall." He answers her.

"Right, your body is starving. You want to hunt, but I can't provide you with all the blood you need."

Oh. This was her way of telling him he needed to feed off of his peers to stay healthy. But, if the blood isn't so bad, maybe feeding off of sexual energy wouldn't be either? "Nevan, how do I feed off of my classmates without arousing suspicion?" He asks her.

She gives him a pleased look, purring as she says. "I'll show you. Let's go find some strong prey to feed off of. That's something you should distinguish now, even Dante thinks of humans this way sometimes. Humans are prey, easy prey. Susceptible to our charms and our unique brands of illusionary and mind influencing magic common to most sentient demonic entities. I'll teach you the tricks of the trade, just as I should have taught Lilia, and she should have taught you. Toss away this human sense of shame. To demons, we are free beings of primal instincts and wants. We just need to take it."

Harry has a feeling he won't be the same person at the end of the year. But he also can't bring himself to care.

Waking up the next morning, he felt more energized than he had in a long time. While he did feel bad about accidentally taking a bit too much energy while he caused...pleasurable dreams for his dormmates, he didn't regret the decision. For the first time in a while, he feels like he's had a good night of sleep. And, watching Seamus squirm under his gaze while the other boy tried to discreetly adjust dirty pants while he rushed to the bathroom to wash away the night's embarrassments was great entertainment. The others had the same problems, bar Neville, who he felt too guilty and too close to to actually cause such problems for, and practically shouted at each other for the showers. Harry smartly decided that, since it was early, he'd just go use the showers in the quidditch locker rooms after he went for a morning run around the pitch. He brought his schoolbooks to study in the library afterwards, but he hoped Hedwig would have Madam Bones' response to his letter this morning as well. That way he could plan something accordingly while he worked towards making the third year exams for the extra electives he picked up by mid October. Second year by January. And OWL by the end of the year. Not to mention everything else he was studying for.

Umbridge was, of course, a major stalker around the school. Specifically, she seemed to be dogging his steps like he was some crime boss she was tailing.
Very, very poorly tailing, but the likeness is there. And him heading to the quidditch pitch with a bundle of clean clothes and his school bag was apparently suspicious activity which had to be monitored carefully. He knew the Hufflepuff's would be on the pitch soon, so he put his bag in his locker and hurried to start stretching. There was a sharp chill in the air, making him regret not bringing a sweater, but he'd warm up as his blood started pumping as he did his laps around the pitch. He was timing himself on his watch, slowly decreasing his times by parts of a second, he was down five seconds from his start time at the beginning of the year, so that had to account for something. Umbridge was watching him as he sprinted one lap around the pitch, followed by a jogged lap, and repeated that two more times. She was watching as he stretched out and headed into the locker rooms to take a shower. She was waiting for him outside the locker rooms when he walked out dressed in a comfortable set of daywear with a day robe tossed over it for the sake of wizard propriety, drying his hair with a charm and tossing his bag over his shoulder.

He stopped dead before he could knock into her, standing so close to the doorway she was, she's dead lucky that the locker door opens inwards instead of outwards! "Good morning, Professor Umbridge. May I get by, I'm due at the library." He comments.

And her face has started to turn red. Oh this woman was insufferable! "I'm watching you Potter." She storms off.

Yes, because a 40 something year old toad stalking a 15 year old boy was acceptable and healthy. At least, in the wizarding world. He hurried to the library after that, at least Madam Pince could control that pink monstrosity. He settled down for a day of hard work. Figuring he should start with the subjects he needed to get the most work done in, then work his way to what would take the least amount of time. He pulled out his History textbook and his assignment pages with a great scowl. He hated Binns with a pure passion, studying for OWLs on his own was hellish, but at least reading the textbook is easy. The assignments are easy. And the amount of time this will take, while long, would be easy. An essay on the witch hunts, he decided he would contrast what the muggles knew versus what the magical world knew. Even if Binns didn't actually read what he was saying (it was Professor McGonagall who did the actual marking, surprisingly), he'd at least hand in an interesting essay for first period tomorrow. Monday, ah. History, Double Potions, Double Divination, then dreaded DADA. Seriously, did Umbridge have nothing better to do than spit propaganda and promote that absolute trust and reliance on the ministry was the best thing to do? No, that would just get everyone killed.

He did know that they'd be taking a backburner on spellwork in Life Skills for a bit, as on the schedule Dante posted, they were going to start learning about muggle history and culture that week. So there would at least be an interesting spot of theory for the week. He'd gotten part of the way through Entia ad Inferos, and had been quite shocked at how...cruel the demons could be. He also now knew that his own blood was his most powerful weapon, his blood powered his magic and his body's natural defenses. Like the blades of his feathers and the claws he had, not to mention his fangs were capable of tearing through flesh easily if he needed to do so. His practicing did need a whole lot more work, and he had a lot of mental defense to study before he was able to get Dumbledore arrested. He didn't need his mind read, he really didn't. "Harry."

Neville's voice. "Neville? What's up?"

"Umm. Hedwig."

Harry looks up from his work to see the poor teen being accosted by Hedwig, his shoulder her perch as she imperiously held a letter, and had evidently directed Neville to Harry. Madam Pince didn't look too happy at seeing an Owl in the library. "Good girl Hedwig, come to me at dinner and I'll give you an extra piece of bacon today. Does that sound good?"

She barked shortly, bobbing her head in agreement, before nuzzling his hair a bit and flying off. Letter deposited in his hands. Neville looked utterly stunned. "Is she your familiar?" He asked, surprised.

"Yep. Hedwig is brilliant, isn't she?" Harry cheerily responds.

"Hey, um...did you notice anything weird about our roommates this morning?" Neville asks.

Harry has to hold back his laughter, he takes a breath. "I suppose they've reached that age where erections just seem to happen at will. Oh, and the nightly dreams which accompany said morning erections." He shrugs with a smirk as the other teen goes a brilliant red and makes a hasty retreat.

Poor naïve Neville. He felt bad for his friend, he really did. Harry just returned to his work, finally finishing around an hour before dinner. He'd gone through so many assignments and books his hands cramped and his eyes just wanted to shut forever. But he wouldn't be bogged down rushing to get them done through the week, so it was a necessary sacrifice. He stood up, knowing he still had to make a quidditch practice after dinner. He sighed. Guess he needed to go hunt down some food then.

Dante watched Harry with a form of relief. As Nevan had predicted, instinct and self preservation had won out over human sensibilities in this case, meaning the kid wouldn't be making himself sick for no reason. His powers manifesting earlier than they should was a bit concerning, but considering the kid's circumstances, it was nothing surprising. To take some of the worries away was Nevan's knowledge, she could guide her grandson and everything would be fine. He had decided he would cover the 20th century and the 21st century so far with the kids, seeing as so much had been compressed into the 121 years that the impact was astounding. They'd start in the 20th century with the first world war, it seemed a good place to start. "Alright alright, settle down. As much as some of you will say muggles are inferior, I'm here to tell you your opinions were developed with premature ignorant bigotry. As such, I'm going to crush that opinion of yours into dust and let a dog piss on it for good measure. We clear? Awesome. The 20th century, spanning 1901 to 2000, and the 21st century, starting 2001 and still going today until we get to 2100, has been part of some of the greatest stretches of technological advancement since the Industrial Revolution spanning through the 1700s to the 1900s. We've surpassed the age of the Industrial Revolution and compressed it into less than a century and a half. And you wouldn't believe what's come of it. So, let's begin shall we?"

"Sir, what is the Industrial Revolution?" Nott asks.

"It was a transitional period from handicrafts to machinery in manufacturing. Multiple innovations came out of this time for the muggles. Lightbulbs, the first telephone, steam engines, and towards the later Victorian Era, the first designs of the Internal Combustion Engine. Internal electricity and gas heating in houses, the first gas stoves. All of which would contribute further down the line to necessary rapid invention and implementation."

"What happened to cause such a need?" Bones asks.

"War."

"Wait...the Great War?" Abbott mutters.

"That's correct. The first airplane, see here, was developed by Orville and Wilbur Wright in December of 1903. It made four successful flights as the first successful powered aircraft. Now, this becomes important later down the line, observe the shape of the plane. What can you tell me about it?" Dante prompts.

"It's large, but hollow." Zabini notes.

"Yeah, it was made to be light. Think about birds. See any comparisons?"

"The plane has a large wingspan." Entwhistle guesses.

"Yeah. That's right. But..."

"It has propellers."

"Bingo. Propeller technology is still used in aircraft today, it helps the plane move forward."

"Sir, why are we focusing on this aircraft?"

"Well, from here, flight technology took off. Think about how long it took to get humans off the ground, when the first inkling of a flying device was recorded in the work of Leonardo da Vinci. See?"

"Wait, wasn't he just a painter?"

"Nope. He was an inventor to. And for his time, a brilliant one. Now, this is a modern commercial airplane. And this is a modern day Jet used in warfare. Can you see the similarities to the original designs?"

The kids gaped at the pictures. "They're huge!" Weasley exclaims.

"Well, yes. They are. Commercial airplanes look like this on the inside. This is how muggles travel long distances over land and over the seas. Flights can be anywhere from half an hour to 16 and above. But it greatly shortens the travel time. Jets made for fighting and air missions are smaller because they fly at higher high speeds, much faster than the commercial airplane. This is what wartime aircraft looked like in the first world war. Three types were created then. Reconnaissance, Bombers, and and Fighters. Each had their own specific purpose, and provided clear advantages when they first appeared. Though, airplanes weren't used so much during the first world war as they were in the second."

"So what technology was used during the first world war?" Harry asks.

"Tanks were developed in 1915, and first used in 1916. The first was developed by the Brits actually, and was designed to aid in getting across No-Man's-Land."

"No man's land?"

"The area between trenches where it was practically suicide to try and cross. Flamethrowers were invented. Wizards use Incendio or such, muggles don't have magic, of course. So they turned to science. The Germans first employed them to burn enemies alive while leaving the structure of the Trenches unharmed for their own potential use. Poisonous gases were introduced, as in chemical warfare, during the first world war. The Germans pioneered this form of attack, and the first successful use happened at the Battle of Ypres, where Chlorine gas was employed. In response, gas masks were created, though the Canadians found that the chemicals in human urine saved them from the Chlorine gas, so they'd soak rags in urine and put them over their mouths and noses to avoid breathing it in."

"Ewwww!" Was the general consensus.

"It was that, or die, kids. Chlorine gas causes fluid to build up in your lungs. And despite what you may think, you can drown without being in an actual body of water. More on this topic when I explain the dangers of the cold and how to survive it. But for now, all you need to know is that soldiers unlucky enough to be caught by the Chlorine Gas suffocated to death, slowly. Radio development was crucial during the war, especially between aircraft and the ground. With radios set up, communication became near instantaneous. Unlike wizards who were stuck with owls until this last year, now you can see the benefits of long distance and short distance communication that can't be intercepted. Depth Charges, underwater bombs meant to go off at a certain depth, was employed to combat German U-Boats. U-Boats being submarines, which were also developed through the wars. Today, submarines are still used by the military, but also by underwater exploration teams, by scientists, and by underwater recovery teams. Like the ones that recover sunken ships and planes."

"What's an ecosystem." Crabbe asks.

Dante had to remind himself that these kids had never been taught biology. He turns to his whiteboard. "An ecosystem is a series of species which inhabit the same area, coexisting, but also competing. It's a bit early, but there is an assignment in the Biology section of your course when we go over the basics of modern muggle subjects. I don't recommend trying it until we get there, but you can do the readings. We should stay on this task though. Hydrophones were created during the wars to look for submarines, using sound waves, we'll get into that when we go over biology and physics later down the line, so hold your questions in your notes for now okay? They used sound. This is a modern radar. Using pulses of sound that works like echolocation essentially, they can locate where an object is in relation to their own position. Today, radar and underwater imaging technology is used for a lot more than looking for submarines."

"Were submarines truly so dangerous?" Brocklehurst asks.

"Yeah, they could carry bombs and missiles, which sunk countless ships. Now, moving onto medical innovations, the Portable X-Ray machine was created. As x-ray is an image of your bones. During the wars, easy access to full on hospitals was pretty much impossible, so they had machines set up in cars. They'd image the bones, and treat any injuries that occurred to the bones based off the imagery. This is what an X-Ray of a broken arm looks like today. They pretty much capture your skeletal structure of the area being x-rayed. And for ladies, the modern maxi pad, or sanitary pad, was created to help out with your menstruation cycle. This was made possible by the new cellulose bandages developed during the war to keep wounds clean and blood generally contained in the absorbent material. Before then, women had to use rags and absorbent cloths to stem the flow of blood. Other innovations include plane mounted guns, machine guns, zeppelin bombers, and so on. Not to mention the downright stunning strategic tactics employed. Any questions before we move on to the innovations of the second world war?"

"Why are you just glossing over the details of history? Giving us such little information?" Granger asks petulantly.

"Because I believe experiencing is better than endless theory. Feeding you everything doesn't foster independence now does it? This unit is largely project based. You all have to research topics I've assigned to you, I've got a lot to cover. Which means you'll have a lot of homework. Seeing as it's your OWL year, you'd think you'd be used to that by now Granger. Moving on. World War 2 brought a whole new dogfight to the table, literally. Clashes in the air were extremely common, and these were called dogfights. Airplane technology advanced tremendously in the second world war, so much so that the very sound of certain aircraft caused anyone on the ground to fear for their lives. Radar technology was expanded upon. The first computers came out of WW2. Penicillin, an antibiotic, a medicine muggles still use today to fight bacteria caused infections. But, perhaps the most dangerous and devastating of all war technology to come out of the 1900s. The Atomic Bomb. This is a video of an atomic bomb detonation."

The kids all looked rather horrified the muggles had the technology since 1945, and had definitely created far worse by now, 2021. "The effects of World War 2 are still felt today. The Atomic Bomb ended world war 2 with the defeat of the Japanese, but at a cost. Two Japanese cities, Hiroshima and Nagisaki had atomic bombs dropped on them. These are pictures of the aftermath. This is what the city looks like today. It may look like they've totally recovered, but the aftermath won't ever be forgotten. Only afterwards, were the effects of radiation discovered. Not only were the radiation and heat burns devastating, the cancer caused by radiation. I've got a reading for you today, the story of Sadako Sasaki, and then a modern report of the general aftermath data. Now, between all of this. Vaccines, blood transfusions, jet engines, and so on also became possible. Thus, we come to today's homework. Not due until next week, but since I'll be assigning a lot this week and next week, I do not recommend leaving it until it's due date. The first, is a geography and history assignment. You'll fill in a map of pre and post first world war borders. Then answer questions on a few different battles, including Ypres and Vimy Ridge. The second assignment is the reading on Sadako Sasaki's story and the aftermath reports. The third assignment is on the Concentration Camps and the aftermath for the Jewish people, and how the Germans progressed through the United Nations steps of Genocide. Which there will be questions on. These are all due Friday next week. Feel free to submit them at anytime over the next week, I'll mark them as quickly as possible. You have the last half hour of class to work on these."

A beat. "Oh, and tomorrow we take a look at how the Grindelwald War affected the second world war, for both muggles and magicals. Potter, stay after class will you?"

"Yes sir."

Harry's eyes transfer to Nevan for only a split second.

"Can you believe him, Professor Dumbledore!? Making us read about the death of a little girl!" Hermione rants to the aged wizard.

Ronald, beside her, and Ginerva, beside Ronald, nod in agreement. "I'm sorry you must deal with two beasts, children. Redgrave does not share the same human empathy we do. I would fire him and eliminate him for the greater good immediately, but myself and the beast are bound by a magical contract."

"How'd that monster get a contract with you anyways?" Ronald sinks back into his chair, arms crossed.

"Madam Bones, I'm afraid, has tired of the embarrassing DADA record, and demanded that we create a new class taught by someone who knows the dangers of the world, and immerses themselves in it. Unfortunately, she also requested the famed Tony Redgrave by name to be the teacher. Does he at least give lectures correctly?"

"He summarizes things, gives us the main points, then gives us assignments to research to gain a better understanding of the topic. He even gives us class time for it, the bastard." Ginerva scowls.

"And the young weapon?"

"Potter is spending more and more time with that monster! You said beasts can sense each other, you don't think he's training Potter, do you?" Ronald asks.

"No, those sorts of beasts are more likely to want to kill each other than to train each other. Potter is sealed, I made sure of that the night I eliminated the threat Lily Potter posed to the wizarding world. No, Redgrave likely cannot sense the beast under Potter's skin. It is more likely that our little weapon is just getting extra help with DADA work." Dumbledore brushes off, but he has to admit to himself that it could be possible.

The three teens scowl, but follow his judgement as they should. "Professor, how do we keep Potter away from Redgrave? He's so focused on getting stronger these days that we can barely get a word in. And the potions aren't working!" Ginerva complains.

This causes the old man to pause. Those behaviors are typical for demons, and Potter is at the age where creature blood tends to show itself...even when sealed. It had shown in Lily Potter at that age, the way her energy began to seduce the students around her, how she lured James Potter into her trap from the very first day young, foolish James saw her. But he couldn't let his minions know that, they'd act rashly. "Potter will calm down eventually. We did abandon him to his abusers over the holidays after seeing young Cedric die. He is only reacting as I planned for him to. By Christmas, he will be back under your care. As for the potions, perhaps he has developed a resistance to them, or his recent inheritance has perhaps added some mental defenses. Miss Weasley, Miss Granger, why don't you two brew Amortentia? You have stuck to less noticeable lesser lust and love potions so far, but Potter is already an idiot thanks to my careful spellwork, so his additional dazed and easily led on mindset won't be taken as anything to be suspicious of."

"Right away Professor. Though, why do we need an heir from that beast anyways? And why me?" Ginerva whines.

"Your family deserves the fortune within the Potter vault. Should you bear Potter's child after marrying him, you become Lady Potter. After which, you can influence his will. After his will is finalized, we need to give a bit of time and then arrange an unfortunate accident for the beast. Once he is dead, you will control all of his monetary affairs as his will would have specified. You drain his inheritance into the Weasley vaults, keep the regency, and lose your child to a tragic illness when it is four or five. As Lady Potter, you will mourn your losses for years, then finally step back out into the spotlight. Naming family members to magically carry the names and power left behind by the beast. Our power base would then be strong, and we would control the Wizengamot, able to pass the necessary laws for the greater good." He explains slowly, and the scowl on her face gradually becomes a smirk.

"I see. I suppose I should get to it then." She giggles.

"Ugh. For the greater good." Ronald sighs.

"For the greater good." The girls echo back.

"Yes, for the Greater Good." Dumbledore smirks.

Draco slid into his seat in the Great Hall, his thoughts on their assignments for the last week. Though it was thankfully Friday, which meant the weekend could be used to finish them up. The professor had definitely opened his eyes over the course of the month, almost, he'd been at Hogwarts. And he'd spoken to his father about everything, the man had told him that Redgrave had lived amongst muggles his entire life, teaching himself everything he needed to know by himself. Only really discovering his magical heritage later into his life, having lived his childhood on the run from demons. At least, that was what the rumors told, but they also said he was only known as Dante, not Anthony Dante Redgrave, on the streets in America. He was just putting some fruit onto his plate when the morning owl delivery swooped in, students putting down whatever they were holding to relieve the owls of their packages. Draco relieved his own eagle owl, Hermes, of his burden before finishing up the plating of his breakfast. Hermes had delivered some letters and the day's Daily Prophet. The letters could wait, likely from mother or father.

'Tony Dante Redgrave, A Mystery?

Dear readers, I've touched on the topic of Hogwarts' first American professor in a past article, but at the time, I could not give you so many in depth details. Well, now I can! I've traced Redgrave to the city he'd settled in, Capulet City, which is rather close to the infamous Las Vegas City. But, it turns out he didn't grow up in Capulet, in fact, he's always been rather transient. This reporter traced his assumed name of Tony Redgrave, which surprisingly is not short for Anthony at all! And the name, while legal, was not the name he was born with. In fact, he was only named Dante. No last name, which is continued from the fact neither of his parents had family names either. Sparda, likely named after the Demonic Knight, is his father. Strangely, the Dark Knight has a statue in Capulet City which Redgrave bears a striking resemblance to. See the pictures to the left? As for how he came to assume the name Tony Redgrave, I'm not sure of where he got the name Tony, but Red Grave is the city he was born in, which is shown on the map below this paragraph. I have circled Capulet City, Las Vegas City, Morris Island, and Red Grave City. As it turns out, it was rather easy to trace stories of white haired twins to a small coastal town, Morris Island, where a large monster caused a fire that razed the town around the time Redgrave was about seven or eight years old. One man claimed the monster was after the white haired twins, Anthony and Andrew, and their mother, Eva. There is no record of Eva past this date until about a year later, when her ravaged body was discovered in the ruins of the destroyed Redgrave Manor in Redgrave City. Records indicate the manor has always been owned by a man named Sparda, perhaps a name passed down between the family until Dante and his as of yet unknown twin brother were born. I am unsure if these are even their real names.

It does appear, however, that they moved around as if being chased by someone, or something. Which would corroborate Redgrave's story of being hunted by demons as a child. He appears to have operated out of Red Grave City for a few years in his mid-teens, up until he moved to Capulet City at the age of 15 alongside the purchase of the building he now calls Devil May Cry. And let me tell you, my dear readers, Redgrave's shop is as creepy feeling as it looks. The sign certainly casts an eerie glow at night. I was unable to get inside, being denied entrance by a whorish woman who gave her name as Trish. The woman carried guns, and told me only Devil May Cry personnel or customers may enter, reporters were strictly not allowed. When I asked her who gave her the authority to say such things, an older man who did not give his name came out and said, Dante. Trish has apparently been with Devil May Cry since 2016, one of their longest standing employees. Upon further questioning, I learned that Devil May Cry currently employs Trish, Lady, Kyrie, Nico, Nero, Lucia, and Morrison. Though I was given no further details on the seven employees of the establishment.

So I took my search elsewhere, to MACUSA. They told me that Redgrave has been involved in stopping multiple demonic incidents even they don't know all the details to, my dear readers. But they did tell me Redgrave never went to school. And up until his twenties, held no interest in his education despite clearly being capable of intellectual discussion and studying. He was forced to get his GED, a sort of American muggle version of our own NEWT examinations, and his basic magical education, to which he took ICW Standard WOMBAT (Wizards Ordinary Magic and Basic Aptitude Test) and the International Magical Practical (IMP). His scores indicate, that despite having been entirely a self study student, he's much more than he seems to be. He then went on to get his Licenses and Masteries required to keep his business, as MACUSA would have shut it down if he hadn't.

You must be wondering now, what incidents he was involved in? Well, MACUSA reports five major incidents. The first in 2010, the second and third incidents in 2016, one last year in 2020, and one this very year, in February! They did not give me any further details, as even they don't know, or say I'm not cleared to know. They could only tell me demons were involved. Yes, dear Readers, Demons. Devils. It appears that our mysterious new professor has a past steeped in blood, this reporter can only wonder what dangerous subjects he is teaching to the impressionable minds of our young generation. I have been unable to get ahold of the man himself, if he even is a man. The mass destruction at all of the reported incidents listed by MACUSA, it makes me wonder if these demons or Redgrave were causing the damage.

Article by Rita Skeeter.'

Draco can't help but stare at said professor as he reads over the article himself. The albino's expression is tight and grim. "Huh. She's good, bit too good for her own good actually. She actually survived talking to Trish and Morrison...it could have been worse."

"Worse, Anthony-Tony, which is it?" Professor Sinestra blurts, baffled.

"Could have been worse, as in she could have met my nephew, Nero or coworker, Lady first. Either would have kicked her ass for asking questions. As for my name, legally it's legally Anthony."

"Legally, so what is your actual name?" McGonagall demands.

"Anthony Dante Redgrave."

"But you just said that isn't your actual name. The article implicates it is only Dante!" McGonagall snaps.

"And? Skeeter is a rather foolish reporter. I'm surprised she didn't embellish everything. But then again, the secretive nature of devil hunting and false names in dealings means she couldn't really find anything, could she?" There's the smug grin they all know he has.

"Anthony, my boy, just tell Minerva what your birth name is."

"Not happening old man. My secrets are mine, not everyone's. Then they wouldn't be secrets, now would they?"

Yet...Redgrave's mood seemed tense and almost pissed off. "Now, I have a letter to write to a certain reporter about how she shouldn't be so rash in questioning the darker folks in search of my story. She'll only get herself killed that way." Redgrave smirks, like he's actually hoping it would happen.

The red coat trails after him as he strolls confidently down the hall, lazy arrogance oozing from his easy gait. Draco turns his attention to the letters, opening the one from his mother first.

'Draco,

Your father and I have been discussing what Redgrave has been teaching you all, and we have decided it can only be beneficial to you. Upon getting our own copies of the restricted books currently being used exclusively by Hogwarts students in America, we've discovered that the Compendium is perhaps the best advanced standard DADA book written. As for Entia Ad Inferos and the survival skills book, we are unsure on the topic of demons, and will be sending a letter to Professor Redgrave with questions pertaining to the creatures described within. Your father and a few of his associates studied and practiced the topics in the survival book for a few weeks, then tried their own hands at was being described in the books in a weekend trial run without their wands. Despite coming out of it a bit worse for wear, they agreed that if they'd not read the book, they would have been far worse off. So pay attention in that class my son, you may desperately need what is discussed within. Dark Times are ahead, my dragon. Very Dark times. Do not come home for Yule, and be wary of what you send home in your letters from this time beyond.

Your Mother, Narcissa.'

The other letter was from his father. Wait...be wary...not coming home for Yule? Did that mean Potter had been telling the truth, not that he was exactly distrustful (but he had been potioned rather obviously beforehand), and the Dark Lord was now at Malfoy Manor? Oh Gods no. What would his father say now? He had to hide how shaky his hands were as he opened the parchment.

'Draco,

Be aware of Redgrave and his teachings. That man is dangerous, and rumored to not be entirely human among the underground. Regardless of what he is, the man has what is described as an honest heart, sarcastic mouth, and serious dedication to protecting humans. I've no doubts what he teaches you all will be invaluable in the coming days. We will be having a rather important house guest this Yule, and as such, I request that you remain at Hogwarts for the holidays. As for Potter's miraculous recovery from Dumbledore's web, Amelia Bones may be involved. She called Potter back only just before the term began, and had him the entire day. The day he apparently came into his Inheritance. Be wary, Draco, for something dark and deep is afoot. Keep your decorum as a Malfoy, be subtle in your interactions with Potter. At this point in time, who you associate with has become far more important. Be aware of the affiliations of who you speak with, keep towards the darker side of the spectrum. Our House Guest would be most displeased to find you being friendly with someone of the other side. Burn these letters, leave no evidence behind.'

Voldemort was at Malfoy Manor. What in Hell was he supposed to do!? Potter- wait. Could Potter actually be his solution to not being marked? His father had always told him, should the Dark Lord return, that he would most likely have to take their lord's mark. But what if he could avoid it entirely, by speaking to the right people? Namely, Potter and Redgrave, who seemed to be the most capable people in the school. One of which already faced the Dark Lord, and came out of the encounter alive. He'd just have to wait until their class that afternoon to check with them. He burns the letters and heads out for class with his usual posse. A glance at Potter tells him that the green eyed teen is displeased by the article, while the mudblood and blood traitor seem gleeful. How strange.

"Dray?" Pansy snaps, pug nose turned up in a huff.

"Pansy? Apologies, I was just thinking about the article."

"That's what I was trying to ask you about? What do you think about our teacher?" Pansy huffs.

What did he think? He wasn't exactly sure. But he had to give a proper answer. "Redgrave is no doubt dangerous, perhaps even more dangerous than our esteemed Headmaster. But while the old coot would have us kept ignorant of the world, Redgrave will give us the tools we need to dominate every challenge this world could throw our way." He speaks carefully.

"You got the letter to hmm?" Blaise sighs, uneasy.

The group falls silent. "Will you all be staying over the holidays this year?"

"Unfortunately." Is the general consensus.

The lower classes can say what they want about their parents, they did marginally care about their heirs. Though that could be attributed to the low fertility of wizards and witches rather than actual care...

"Did you finish the assignments?" Theo asks.

"Unfortunately. It's sickening, how could we not have known about all of that? And just how hilariously outmatched we are in terms of number?" Blaise huffs.

"Professor Redgrave has spoken much on the topic of the bigotry and ignorance of wizards. Having lived amongst Muggles, he would certainly know exactly what he was speaking about." Daphne notes coldly.

"Everything we've been brought up to believe is based on outdated knowledge. Even muggle studies is horribly outdated!" Pansy snips.

"What can we do now? We'll just have to get into power and change things for the better." Theo sighs.

"Will there even be a chance?" Blaise scoffs.

Silence. Then Draco decided to take a chance. Crabbe and Goyle were still in the hall, so they couldn't talk about it. But Pansy beat him to it. "Our Lord will arrange everything for us. Stop talking on the subject." She snaps.

She goes on ahead. Leaving Draco with Theo and Blaise. "We could go to Potter and Redgrave, if anyone would know what to do. It would be those two." Draco suggests in a low tone.

The other two consider it. "Let's go after class. We'll bring the letters." Blaise agrees.

"Yeah. My father wasn't exactly subtle on the whole subject..." Theo trails off, looking exhausted already.

"Are you three coming or what!?" Pansy calls back, Daphne beside her.

The boys hurry to catch up, best not to make her report them to her father now that the Death Eaters were operational once more.

Dante considered his fifth year class. The kids were taking the lessons well, but he couldn't help but feel the sense of unease in the Slytherin House had gone up that very breakfast. None of them looked better at lunch, if anything, they looked worse. Severus didn't look too good either, so he determined that the best way to go about things was to be as brazen as possible. "Yo, Severus."

"Yes, Tony?" The man sighs, Dante had caught him just before he could flee to the dungeons for his afternoon classes.

"What's with the Slytherins? Once the mail came, they all went into high alert. You aren't looking too hot yourself either." Dante comes out with it.

Severus stops his brisk walk, stopping in front of Dante. "The Dark Lord is back, and calling for his followers."

Then he's hurrying off, robes strangely subdued and held tight to his form instead of dramatically billowing for the day. So old moldy Voldy has made his comeback has he? How unfortunate, and now of all times. Once Dumbledore was gone, it was highly likely that all out war would unleash itself. Hogwarts Castle would become a prime target for Voldemort. Just as much as the Ministry itself would be. Which one he went after first would depend on which one he perceived as weaker. Perhaps he ought to take advantage of Skeeter then, play up his strengths, maybe make the public a bit more aware of what happened in the incidents Skeeter mentioned? Or maybe make Voldemort reconsider attacking while he was present, a human wouldn't pose any threat at all to a seasoned devil hunter with magic like he was.

Then again, according to Harry, the man was half insane. You can't truly predict the moves of someone who is incapable of logical thought. Or maybe Harry thinks he's half insane. Honestly, he'll just need to corner Severus and convince him to give him the missing details. He stopped in the hall, looking out a window. The snow would set in soon, so the kids were out enjoying the fresh air and last dredges of warm sunlight while they still could. All innocent and unaware of the true dangers of the world. Unaware of the greedy adults and power hungry figures willing to keep them weak and compliant, easy to control for their own selfish gains. But now, Voldemort has made his comeback so early in the game. Then again, he's only called for his followers, meaning he's recruiting his power base once more. He glanced back into the Great Hall briefly, staying out of sight. Dumbledore had noticed the tenseness at the green table as well, but the old man had the same look in his eyes that Sid had as he coveted the power of Abigail. Greed.

What did the old man stand to gain? Power? Respect? He didn't know. He'd probably find out in November. Oh, lunch was almost over. Better retreat before he gets spotted spying on the hall. Then again, those portraits might be reporting back to the old man in some way. He turned his thoughts to the lesson of the day. He was finishing up the whole technological advancement thing with the modern internet. The kids hadn't really interacted with how vast it was just yet, and he needed to make sure they were brushed up on internet safety (for wizards) so that they stayed safe. After that, he figured he'd give them the rest of the class period to get some work done. He did still have that letter to Skeeter to write. The nosy witch was going to get herself killed sniffing around the demon haunted streets of Capulet and Red Grave City. Let alone if she were to travel into Las Vegas. Did MACUSA even know she was there? Probably. They also probably didn't care if she got herself killed.

Would he care?

Sadly, he would. She really shouldn't be looking into his past though. He'd fill in some necessary answers to keep the gossipers sated enough that Skeeter wouldn't be hunting for the dark secrets of the Underworld, literally, involved with his past. Hmm, he'd send a few messages off to Lady and Trish to, give them the Okay to answer a few non-sensitive questions the witch had if she came back again. And to tell Nero and Nico not to traumatize her. Though that would be a benefit to him, and not dangerous for her. On second thought, he'd let Nero handle her. Yeah. Nero and Nico were a comedic duo with no sense of normalcy. He'd just set those two loose on Skeeter, and she'd be no worse for wear. Physically.

He chuckled to himself as he strolled into his classroom, being quick to note the ideas down so he wouldn't forget them. He looked around his humble abode, the Devil Arms not the happiest being trapped up in the cases, but he'd made it clear to them it was his worry for the kids. Kids liked to touch things, the case had fingerprints on it every day. They'd seriously injure one of the kids if he left them out in the open. There's a reason he kept the ever temperamental Alastor, Ifrit, and Cerberus locked up in his office where he could keep an eye on them. He put one of the Postmodern Jukebox records in, letting the old timey sounds of modern tracks fill the air. He much rather throw in one of his heavy rock tracks, but these were good to. His usual music would scare the kids off. Oh well. September was almost over. And October promised to be interesting, if only for the fact that Harry was definitely going to come into some new powers pretty soon here now that he was feeding properly.

He swears he's never seen Nevan look so oddly proud before. It was almost creepy.

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