Chapter Eleven
Whispers followed Harry from the moment he left his dormitory the next day; people lining up outside classrooms stood on tiptoe to look at him or doubled back to pass him in the corridors again, staring, much to Harry's continued annoyance. By the end of the day, Harry was so fed up with the staring and whispers that he used his abilities to conjure his "Protectors" to keep his 'followers' at bay; now, anyone who got too close to him (besides Ron and Hermione) would receive a sharp slap from one of the four black tentacles that writhed around him. However, even this did nothing to stop the continued stares and whispers; in fact, it seemed to make it worse as the half-bloods and Muggleborn's now knew he was a 'superhero' and seemed to stare at him even more in both awe. In contrast, the Purebloods stared in curiosity and shock about what Harry could do, to Harry's continued aggravation. So many people had received a slap on Harry's first day that Professor McGonagall had ordered him to keep his tentacles to himself or risk losing twenty points every time they were seen.
"I don't know what you expected, Harry," Hermione had said when Harry made his annoyance clear to her and Ron at breakfast the following day, "You have superpowers, AND now everyone knows that you're the little brother of Raven, a very famous superhero. So it's no wonder those of Muggle descent would be in awe of you."
"How did they figure that out?" Harry had asked with a raised eyebrow, making Hermione turn pink,
"I may have accidentally let it slip after being accosted by a few of my dorm mates last night,"
Harry scowled at her for a moment, making the girl tear up a little,
"I'm sorry!" She cried, "They drug it out of me!"
Harry sighed in exasperation before shaking his head at her,
"It's fine. It was bound to get out sooner or later, anyway. I don't blame you, Hermione."
Hermione sniffled again, but a small smile crossed her face at that as Harry winked at her,
"Malfoy is already making waves about it," Ron said, "Telling everyone that freaks like that don't belong at Hogwarts."
Harry turned and glared at the Slytherin table at that, locking eyes with his rival and shooting him a death glare that was quickly returned before turning back to Ron,
"Shows what he knows!" Harry sniffed in agitation as he returned to his breakfast.
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There were a hundred and forty-two staircases at Hogwarts: wide, sweeping ones; narrow, rickety ones; some that led to a different floor on Friday; some with a vanishing step that you had to remember to jump. Then some doors wouldn't open unless you asked politely or tickled them in exactly the right spot, and doors that weren't really doors at all but solid walls pretending. It was also tough to remember where everything was because it all seemed to change without warning at any given moment.
On the very first day, Harry and Ron discovered the bane of Hogwarts in the form of a poltergeist named Peeves, who seemed to enjoy nothing more than making the lives of students (and even teachers) a living hell with his constant pranks. Harry and Ron had been running late to their charms class when Peeves had pulled a rug out from under their feet as the two stopped to catch their breath. Because of Robin's training, Harry had managed to perform a flip and land safely at the bottom, but Ron had tumbled down the stairs and lay in a heap at the bottom while Peeves had hovered over them, cackling madly. Unfortunately, Professor Sinestra had shown up just as Harry had used some very colorful language at Peeves, resulting in the loss of ten house points.
Even worse than Peeves, if that was possible, was the caretaker, Argus Filch. Harry and Ron managed to get on the wrong side of him on their very first morning. Filch found them trying to force their way through a door that unluckily turned out to be the entrance to the out-of-bounds corridor on the third floor. He wouldn't believe they were lost; he was sure they were trying to break into it on purpose and was threatening to lock them in the dungeons when they were rescued by Professor Quirrell, who was passing.
Harry, who had been trained by Jinx and Raven since he was nine, was left disappointed when he realized that he already knew much of what the Professors were teaching. The Professors were soon calling him a prodigy, but the reality was that Harry was just bored having to relearn what he already knew.
They had to study the night skies through their telescopes every Wednesday at midnight and learn the names of different stars and the movements of the planets; this class was made MUCH more exciting with the inclusion of Starfire, who would tell the children of not only the worlds that they could see with their telescopes but also of the ones they couldn't see that she had visited throughout her lifespan. Frequently, students would beg to stay behind after class to hear more of the myriad of worlds that existed among the stars and often would find themselves dragging their exhausted bodies back to bed just before dawn.
Then, three times a week, they went out to the greenhouses behind the castle to study Herbology with a dumpy little witch called Professor Sprout, where they learned how to take care of all the strange plants and fungi found out what they were used for. Easily the most boring class was History of Magic, which was the only one taught by a ghost. Professor Binns had been very old when he had fallen asleep in front of the staff room fire and got up the following day to teach, leaving his body behind him. Binns droned on and on while they scribbled down names and dates and got Emetic the Evil and Uric the Oddball mixed up. Even Harry, who loved learning anything new, could not pay attention to the Professor's lessons for very long without falling asleep from sheer boredom, which Ron heckled Harry for to no end. When Raven heard how he was falling asleep in class, she threatened to break his game station if it happened again, and Beastboy had begged Harry on his knees to stay awake if only to keep their VERY expensive game station from destruction.
Charms was by far Harry's favorite class, with Transfiguration being a close second, even though Professor McGonagall had given a strict speech at the beginning of class that she would tolerate no horseplay and that anyone who did not pay attention would be asked to leave. However, Harry still found the class fascinating and had even gained a rare smile from McGonagall after managing to turn his beetle into a button after only three tries. Charms was taught by a tiny individual named Professor Flitwick, who seemed very excitable as he taught, helped by Raven, who glided among the students offering aid where it was needed. Harry knew he would be given no favoritism from his sister, but he still hoped he would be treated as just another student. Unfortunately, this was proven wrong as Raven seemed to expect MORE from him than anyone else, and when Professor Flitwick made the students write a foot of parchment of levitation spells, Raven told Harry she expected two feet instead.
The class that Harry was most looking forward to, however, proved to be a colossal disappointment; after only one class of Defense against the Dark Arts, Harry was left wondering how Professor Quirrell managed to become a teacher in the first place, as the poor man seemed to be terrified of his own subject and was the laughingstock of the school, as far as Harry could see. His turban, so he said, was a gift from an African prince as thanks for getting rid of a troublesome zombie, something that Harry questioned the veracity of, as every time someone would ask to hear the story, Professor Quirrell would blush and talk about something else; all in all, the class left Harry feeling very disappointed.
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Friday started out as a very good day for Harry and Ron; they didn't get lost once when they left Gryffindor tower and strode into the great hall like heroes who had just won a great battle; before they could take their seats, however, they were accosted by Ron's twin elder brothers.
"Harry! We wish to thank you for your great donation to Hogwarts!" Fred replied with a giant grin plastered to his face,
"Indeed!" George added, "We owe you one!"
"Huh?" Harry asked in bemusement, "I'm afraid I don't know what you mean,"
"Beastboy!" The twins chorused.
"What about him?" Harry asked,
"He's amazing, is what!" Fred answered ecstatically, "We just had a class yesterday on Sphinx's, and Beastboy actually turned into one to show us what they looked like!"
"He's a great help to Professor Kettleburn, to be sure!" George said, just as enthusiastically, "He's able to transform into almost everything that the Professor asks for! It's amazing!"
"Oh…. well, you're welcome," Harry replied as a smile began to form on his face.
"Plus," George added in a hushed tone, "It's a lot of fun to watch as another person with shapeshifting abilities blushes at him during class."
"Another?" Harry asked, "Who?"
"Sorry, Harry, my lad," Fred said with a sly smile, "Can't say, but it's safe to say that Beastboy has an admirer."
"He's seventeen!" Harry replied in shock, "And a teacher! That's not allowed!"
"So is she," George replied with a wink,
"And she won't be a student after this year, will she?" Fred added with a wink of his own.
Harry's mouth dropped open in shock, but before he could say anything, the twins walked away, leaving a blushing Ron and Harry in their wake. Once the two regained their composure, they quickly strode to Gryffindor's table, both looking to see if they could spot the mystery girl the twins were speaking of.
"What do you have today?" Harry asked as he took his seat and began shoveling food onto his plate,
"Double Potions with Slytherin," Hermione responded as she looked down at her schedule., making Harry grimace in distaste.
"He was one of the Professors that Dumbledore brought with him when he came to convince me to attend Hogwarts. If that one meeting is anything to go by, it's going to be a long seven years."
"I hear he heavily favors Slytherin," Ron sneered,
"One of my family members was in Slytherin," Harry replied sadly, "She told me that it's not a very good place for anyone who isn't Pureblooded. Makes sense that Snape would be an asshat to anyone who isn't, as well.
"Harry!" Hermione said, scandalized.
Harry had just started on his second plate of eggs when the day's mail arrived, and Hedwig landed on his shoulder carrying a letter,
"Thanks, Hedwig," Harry replied warmly, offering a piece of bacon to his owl, who took it with a happy hoot and flew off a moment later.
"Who's it from?" Ron asked,
"It's from Jinx," Harry replied happily, "She's probably writing to see how I'm doing."
"Jinx?!" Hermione said in shock, "The Queen of misfortune? She's a villain!"
"FORMER villain," Harry replied with narrowed eyes, "She reformed and has been a hero for nearly four years now, and she's saved my life more times than I can count, so please don't disrespect her around me."
Hermione turned pink with embarrassment and mumbled an apology as she returned to her breakfast while Harry glared at her for a moment longer before turning to his letter.
Dear Harry-
It's been nearly two weeks since you wrote me, and that is unacceptable young man!
But not nearly as unacceptable as the fact that you were sorted into Gryffindor. I thought better of you than that; you should have, at least, been sorted into Ravenclaw, if not for your brain, then for the fact that your sister is LITERALLY named for the house! You had best not let those adrenalin-fueled nutcases try and convert you into one of them, or so help me, I'll make you watch the whole first five seasons of the Kardashians with me again! Anyway, I hope you're doing good and learning lots and making some good friends, and I expect to hear back from you soon, little brother.
All my love,
-Jinx.
Harry shuddered as he read about the punishment that Jinx had planned for him, causing Ron to look at him in confusion for a moment,
"Who are the Kardashians, and why are you so afraid of them?"
Harry quickly lunged forward and clamped a hand around Ron's mouth before looking around the hall in terror,
"We do not speak their name," Harry whispered, "For to do so invites them down upon you, and trust me when I say you don't want that!"
Ron turned pale and nodded quickly before returning to his breakfast as Harry did the same; from the corner of his eyes, Harry saw Hermione grinning at him mischievously and quickly sent her a playful wink.
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When Harry and Ron made their way down to the dungeons where their potions class was to be held, Harry saw Draco and his two bodyguards all standing silently near the door apart from the rest of their classmates; as Draco caught sight of Harry, he sniffed in disdain.
"I thought I smelled something foul coming closer," Draco sneered, "Figures it would be you, Potter!"
"Keep it up, and I'll make it so you can't smell anything at all, prick," Harry replied with a wink that made Draco pale with fury.
Before anyone could say anything more, the door to the potions classroom suddenly opened, and Professor Snape strode out; he cast a quick eye over the students who fidgeted nervously under his gaze before stepping aside and saying one word in a cold voice,
"In."
A few minutes later, once everyone had taken their seats, Snape began a speech that Harry was sure the Professor had given many times before;. However, Snape spoke barely above a whisper; the students hung on every word as Professor Snape told them how he could "Teach them to bottle fame and brew glory." Harry was entranced with the words and sat up straighter, determined to do good in Potions if only to spite Snape and make Raven proud. Beside him, Hermione did the same, whereas Ron, who was sitting on the other side of Harry, seemed to slouch in his chair as though he couldn't care less. Professor Snape then began to take roll call, and Harry noticed that Professor Snape seemed to sneer at some of the names, as though Snape had already made up his mind about some of the students in his class.
When Professor Snape came to Harry's name, Snape paused before a cold look came across his face,
"Ah, Mr. Potter. Our new celebrity," the way that Snape sneered the word made Harry instantly wary, but before Harry could respond, Snape continued, "Tell me, Mr. Potter, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
Instantly, Hermione's hand shot up into the air, but Snape ignored her and simply stared at Harry with a raised eyebrow.
"I don't know, sir," Harry replied softly; he had skimmed his school books but hadn't really paid any attention to any of it, unfortunately.
"Let's try again, then," Snape sneered, "Where would you go, Mr. Potter if I told you to bring me a Bezoar?"
Again, Hermione's hand shot into the air, and again Harry wracked his brain and couldn't think of an answer,
"I don't know, sir," Harry replied through grit teeth; he knew what the Professor was doing, this was payback for what Harry had done to him during the summer, and it was utterly unprofessional as far as Harry was concerned.
"Hmm, pity," Snape replied with a cruel smile, "Shall we try one last time? What is the difference between Monkswood and Wolfsbane?"
Seeing Snape's sneer was bad enough; seeing Draco laughing at him from the other side of the classroom made Harry turn pink with anger, and he looked at Snape, trying to convey every ounce of anger he felt.
"It's obvious that I don't know, Professor," Harry spat, "Hermione does, though, it seems. Perhaps you should ask her!"
The classroom went dead silent at Harry's outburst as some looked at him like he was about to die, while others were smiling and trying not to laugh at Snape, who had gone so pale with rage that he looked like a ghost.
"Put your hand down, foolish girl!" Snape snapped before turning his attention to Harry and leaning across the boy's desk to glare down at him, "For your information, Potter; powdered root of asphodel, when mixed with wormwood, creates the strongest sleeping potion on earth, known as the draught of living death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat that will save you from most poisons. The two plants I named are the same and are also known as Aconite, and all of this information was available to you in your potions book, which leads me to believe that you never even opened it before coming to Hogwarts. No doubt you were planning on using your fame to pass your classes, but I can assure you that I am NOT one of your doting sycophants, is that clear!"
"Seriously, what is your problem?!" Harry demanded at the end of Snape's rant, "You insulted my family, attacked my sister, and now try to belittle me for something that happened when I was a baby!"
"My PROBLEM with you, brat," Snape snapped, leaning closer so that he was staring Harry in the eye, "Is that you are just as arrogant as your father, with no redeeming qualities that I can see!"
Harry suddenly felt as though someone had dragged a feather across his brain, and his eyes widened in shock as he realized what Snape was doing. Jumping to his feet, Harry grabbed Snape's head in both hands and slammed it down onto the desk, breaking the Potions Professor's nose with a sickening "Crack."
"Harry!" Hermione shrieked in horror,
"What have you done?" Ron demanded, equally horrified, but Harry ignored them both as he leveled a glare at Snape, who was lying on the ground in front of Harry's desk.
"Stay the hell out of my head!" Harry snarled, making the classroom go silent instantly,
"What are you talking about, Harry?" Ron asked,
"This prick was using Legilimency on me!" Harry replied angrily, making the classroom gasp in shock; the Purebloods knew what Snape had done, and it was considered taboo to do so without permission, while the Muggle-born and Half-bloods simply stared in confusion.
"YOU'RE DONE AT HOGWARTS, POTTER!" Snape snarled as he tried to stop the blood that was pouring down his face, "I'LL SEE YOU EXPELLED FOR THIS!"
"FINE BY ME!" Harry snarled back, "IF TEACHERS ARE ALLOWED TO READ STUDENT'S MINDS WITHOUT PERMISSION HERE, THEN I'LL HAPPILY LEAVE!"
Without another word, Harry grabbed his bag and stormed out of the classroom, one of his tentacles appearing from his back and slamming the door behind him as the class watched in shock.
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An hour later, Harry was still fuming as he sat in the library and tried to focus on his homework for Transfiguration; as he tried to read the same paragraph for the third time, a slight cough made him turn to see Professor McGonagall standing behind him with a severe look on her face.
"May I help you, Professor?" Harry asked politely,
"You need to come with me, Mr. Potter," McGonagall replied, "Professor Dumbledore would like a word with you."
"Will my sister be there?" Harry asked, "If not, then I request she be summoned, as she is my legal guardian, and if Dumbledore wishes to speak about what I think he does, then I request my guardian be present."
A ghost of a smile seemed to appear on McGonagall's face before she nodded her head,
"If you'll follow me, then we shall go and fetch her before making our way to the Headmaster's office."
Nodding his head quickly, Harry stowed his books in his bag before following McGonagall out of the library to the Charms classroom,
"I'm sorry to disturb your class, Professor Flitwick," McGonagall said quickly as she entered, "But may I borrow Ms. Potter for a moment? The headmaster wishes to speak with her brother, and Mr. Potter has requested she be there for this meeting."
"Of course, my dear!" Flitwick said quickly as Raven made her way out of the class,
"Is everything alright?" Raven asked as the three began to walk down the hallway,
"That remains to be seen…." McGonagall replied, casting a stern gaze on Harry, who was trying to not show how nervous he was.
"What did you do, Harry?" Raven said in a tight voice,
"You'll find out in a moment," Harry replied, making Raven narrow her eyes at him.
At last, the three came to a dead-end hallway that had a stone griffin standing in front of it,
"Hershey's Kiss," McGonagall said with exasperation in her voice; a moment later, the griffin jumped to the side, revealing a stone staircase that McGonagall quickly started up, followed by Raven and Harry.
When they reached the top of the staircase, they stood before a wooden door, and McGonagall raised her hand to knock when a voice called out from the other side,
"Come in, Professor!"
"I hate when he does that," McGonagall growled as she opened the door and led them inside, where Professor Dumbledore was waiting behind his desk. Professor Snape stood beside him with a cruel smile on his face, and Harry instantly felt his temper rise as he remembered what had happened.
"Good afternoon, Harry," Dumbledore said warmly, "Thank you for coming so quickly, though if I may ask, why did you feel the need to bring your sister with you?"
"I felt it necessary for my guardian to be present for this meeting," Harry replied in a tight voice, "Especially considering why this meeting is needed in the first place."
Raven looked between Harry and Dumbledore for a moment before narrowing her eyes in annoyance,
"Okay, someone want to explain to me what's going on? What has my brother done?"
"I'm afraid Mr. Potter attacked Professor Snape during class today," Dumbledore replied as he steepled his fingers and gazed at the boy with disappointment.
"You did WHAT?!" Raven shouted as she rounded on Harry,
"It was justified!" Harry retorted as he angrily pointed at Snape, "This jerk used Legilimency on me during class!"
McGonagall gasped in horror, and the blood faded from her face as she turned to Snape; Raven, however, looked PISSED and rounded on Snape instantly as Harry and Dumbledore watched.
"YOU ILLEGALLY READ MY BROTHER'S MIND?!" Raven shouted as the room began to shake, "HOW DARE YOU!"
"Ms. Potter!" Dumbledore cried placatingly as he rose from his seat, "I'm sure this is all just a misunderstanding! Surely Mr. Potter is mistaken about what occurred.
"I am not!" Harry retorted, "Jinx and Raven taught me Occlumency when I was nine years old! I know how to defend my mind, and I know when someone is trying to break in!"
Dumbledore paled at this newest revelation; he had already failed to properly formulate a plan to bring Harry to his side, but now the boy was telling him that he was already trained to protect his thought. This just kept getting worse!
"You know it's illegal to read a student's mind without his parent's permission, Severus!" McGonagall raged, "How stupid can you be to try and do so in a room full of children!"
"There is no proof to the brat's accusation!" Snape sneered, "Furthermore, his parents are dead, so the law doesn't apply to him if I DID read his mind. Not saying I did, though."
Snape smiled cruelly at the last part, and Raven uttered a savage cry of rage as he lunged forward and punched Snape across the jaw, knocking him to the floor to the shock of those present.
"THE HELL IT DOESN'T!" Raven snarled as she stood over him, "OUR PARENTS MAY BE DEAD, BUT THAT DOESN'T GIVE YOU A FREE PASS TO TORTURE MY BROTHER!"
Raven's eyes suddenly turned red, and Dumbledore and McGonagall paled as they watched a second pair of eyes suddenly appear as Raven glared down at Snape, who was staring at her in sudden fear.
"RAVEN!" Harry called suddenly, making her turn to him, "Calm down!"
Raven looked back down at Snape for a moment before nodding her head and moving back to stand beside Harry, who took her hand and squeezed it gently as her eyes turned back to their original violet.
"What was that?" Dumbledore breathed,
"None of your concern," Raven replied back curtly,
"I'm afraid I must respectfully disagree," Dumbledore retorted, "If it is a danger to my students, then it IS my concern."
"If you cared so much about your students, then why are you allowing one of your teachers to mentally torture them?" Harry demanded as he cast his eyes at Snape, who was slowly picking himself up off the floor.
"Albus, this is a very serious matter," McGonagall stated, "If Mr. Potter is telling the truth, then Severus broke the law and could face jail time, at the very least, if the Ministry were to be informed."
"That won't be necessary!" Dumbledore responded quickly, "As there is no proof, aside from the word of Mr. Potter here, there is nothing we can do about this matter. But I will speak with Severus to ensure it doesn't happen again."
Snape glared at Dumbledore at that for a moment before turning back to Harry,
"So that's it? This arrogant brat attacks me in my own classroom, and he gets away with it! What about his sister?! She just punched me! I demand that she be fired immediately!"
"Unfortunately, he is right, Mr. Potter," Dumbledore said sadly, "You did attack a teacher, and that cannot go unpunished, so I will, unfortunately, need to dock Gryffindor house fifty points and you will serve detention with Professor McGonagall this weekend."
"You CANNOT be serious!" Raven spat, "My brother defended himself!"
"So he says," Dumbledore replied testily, "But there is no proof, unfortunately. Harry should consider himself lucky. I could easily expel him for what he did, just as I could fire you for attacking Severus just now."
Snape sneered down at Raven and Harry at Dumbledore's words, and it took an inhumane amount of effort for Raven not to launch herself at him again as Dumbledore began speaking again.
"But, I'm not going to do that," Snape turned to Dumbledore in shock, "As I feel that you were justified in your actions, considering what you thought Severus had done to your little brother. Consider this your last chance, Ms. Potter; any more acts of violence toward my staff and I WILL be forced to fire you from your position, is that clear?"
Raven glared angrily at the headmaster for a moment, and Harry mentally laughed as he saw Dumbledore silently gulp under Raven's stare before she finally answered him back.
"Very clear, Dumbledore, but allow me to offer you a warning of my own. Keep your dog under control! If there is one more instance of Harry being threatened or attacked, I WILL pull him from Hogwarts! There are plenty of other schools that he can attend, and to be honest, I never wanted him to come here in the first place. So, consider this YOUR final warning, old man; one more attack on my brother, and he and the rest of the Titans will leave England for good! Got it?"
Dumbledore paled significantly at Raven's words, and he seemed unable to respond, so instead simply nodded at her; Raven sniffed at the old man for a moment before turning on her heel and dragging Harry to the door, where they promptly vanished a second later.
"You utter fool!" McGonagall sneered at Snape once Raven and Harry were gone, "How stupid can you get?"
"How dare you speak to me that way!" Snape growled angrily,
"I'll speak to you any way I want!" McGonagall snapped back, "You tried to illegally read a student's mind in front of a classroom full of children! How long before the owls start bringing letters from parents about you?! How long before they start demanding your resignation! Do you think Albus will be able to save you, then?!"
Snape's lip curled at the threat while Dumbledore steepled his fingers in thought; it was true that Snape's actions would have severe consequences, and no doubt students would be writing their parents about it immediately.
"Minerva, please leave us alone. I need to speak to Severus privately,"
McGonagall sniffed in derision at Snape before turning on her heel and quickly leaving the pair, slamming the door behind her.
"You are to have no further contact with Harry Potter outside of class," Dumbledore said simply, "Furthermore, you are to cease your pointless antagonism of him. It serves no purpose other than to further alienate him from this school and his destiny."
"So, the brat gets special privilege just because of who he is?" Snape sneered,
"ENOUGH!" Dumbledore shouted as he rose to his feet and turned to face Snape, who had backed away in fear, "I have tolerated the abhorrent abuse you show your students because I need you when Voldemort inevitably returns, but that does NOT mean that you are untouchable! One more step out of line, and I will show you just how powerful I can be when angered. Is that clear!"
Snape said nothing, too afraid of the power he could feel coming off the old man; it was like looking into the sun without the protection of sunglasses, and all Snape could do was nod his head.
"The Wizarding World needs Harry Potter!" Dumbledore said as he retook his seat, "That boy is the only one who can destroy Voldemort for good, and I will not allow you to cost us him for no other reason than a childhood grudge. Lily married James, boo hoo, get over it and be a man!"
Snape turned pale with rage at that but said nothing for fear of another burst of anger from the aged headmaster, who was staring at him as though daring him to say something,
"If there is nothing else," Snape sneered, "I have another class to prepare for."
"Go," Dumbledore said simply, "And do not let me hear of this happening again. Are we clear?"
"Yes, headmaster," Snape replied in a tight voice before storming out of the office, slamming the door so hard behind him that it rattled the pictures on the walls.
Alone in his office, Dumbledore steepled his fingers and stared at them in silent fury; Snape's blatant hatred had very nearly lost Dumbledore and the Wizarding World at large, Harry Potter, the only one who could defeat Voldemort when he returned one day, for Dumbledore had no doubts that he WOULD return one day. If Harry Potter were no longer in England to defeat him, then the Wizarding World would fall!
More concerning was what had happened to Raven Potter; what were those red eyes? And why had Dumbledore suddenly felt terrified when he saw them? He needed answers, and Dumbledore immediately began drafting a letter to Alastor Moody, directing him to discover all he could about Raven Potter and what she was capable of. If there was any chance of getting Harry away from his so-called "Family," then Dumbledore needed information, for it was information that won battles, not soldiers, and Dumbledore was determined to have as much as possible before he made his move.
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Author's Note:
Sorry it's been so long since I last wrote; one of my followers informed me that someone had stolen my story (word for word) and was using it for their own, so thank you for letting me know so I could get it taken down.
Also, over five hundred followers?! Dude, I'm in awe of how many of you like this story; you honor me, and I thank you all for enjoying what I'm writing. I am happy that so many are enjoying this.
So, I hope you enjoy this latest chapter, and I look forward to what comes next.