Throughout the coming weeks, news had spread that Harry was now a chaser on the Ravenclaw team. He was now having to hide from the fangirls who had been chasing after him.

On Halloween, Harry was outside the Charms classroom standing with Neville, Parvati, and Padma. Neville said, "Are you alright, Harry? You seem a little down at the moment."

"It's kind of annoying that everyone is celebrating that Voldemort died on this day but no one remembers that it is also the day that my parents died." After seeing everyone flinch when he said Voldemort, Harry continued, "For as long as I can remember, Aunt Petunia and I would go out for dinner and talk about what she knew of my mother and what she went through in the wizarding world. This is just the first time that we've missed it, and it is just harder than I thought."

Parvati rushed forward and hugged Harry before saying, "Oh, Harry, it's totally alright to miss your parents, and it is definitely something that we should have thought of. We can go to the Den with you after dinner, and we can do whatever you want."

"Thanks, Parvati, that sounds nice. Let's just head into class for now; hopefully, it will take my mind off this for a while."

After they walked into Charms, Harry sat in the front row with Hermione, Neville, Parvati, and Padma. "Okay, kids, today I will be teaching you the levitation charm. The incantation is 'Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa.' Make the 'gar' nice and long, and the wand movement is a swish and flick. Remember to visualize, everyone."

As there was a chorus of 'Wingardium Leviosa,' Flitwick hopped off his stack of books and walked over towards Harry and his friends. "Hello all, am I correct in assuming that you are all able to perform this charm already?"

"Yes, sir," Padma said.

"Would you mind giving me a demonstration, everyone?" Flitwick asked.

One by one, all of them performed the charm successfully until it was Harry's turn, and he paused for a moment. After a moment of concentration, Harry swished and flicked his wand, and slowly the feather started levitating. After a few small wobbles, the feather slowly landed on Flitwick's head.

"Oh, marvelous, Mr. Potter. Silent casting in your first year. I don't know if anyone else has done this. I'll have to set you guys some more work. Mr. Potter, maybe you can go through all of the first-year charms with silent casting until you can do it easily," Flitwick said before turning to the others. "Perhaps you can continue working through the syllabus and figure out some creative uses for it in either everyday life or a duel if you wanted it to be. For example, if you used a small sticking charm on someone's shoes, then they could trip or a summoning charm on an object behind them to knock them over."

"Oh, those are good ideas," Hermione said excitedly. Hermione, Parvati, Neville, and Padma started brainstorming, and by the end of the lesson, they had a list of creative spells.

"Maybe we should try some of these out in the room on the weekend. If we use them creatively enough while working together, then we could probably beat Harry for once," Neville said excitedly.

"Oh, those are good ideas," Ron mocked to Dean and Seamus. "She's such a nightmare. It's no wonder she has no friends."

Suddenly, he was shoved by someone walking past before he heard a voice yell out, "Hermione!"

All of a sudden, Ron was pushed in the back and turned around to the terrifying sight of Harry with glowing green eyes staring at him, his hair blowing in a nonexistent wind. "What did you just say?" Harry said in a low, menacing voice.

"Um, I, I, I didn't say anything," Ron stammered.

"I think that was a little more than nothing. You're rude, inconsiderate, idiotic, and you take out your insecurities on other people who are smarter than you just because you can't be bothered to work hard." Harry was slowly walking forward as Ron stepped back. "You need to sit down and think about who you want to be. Do you want to be the Gryffindor version of Malfoy? Someone who bullies others because they are different from you, taking out all of your insecurities on other people who won't fight back." As Ron finally backed into a wall, Harry put a finger on his chest and angrily stated, "You are a pathetic human, and you don't deserve to talk to someone as amazing as Hermione."

After completing his rant, Harry stormed off in the direction that Hermione had gone and was followed by Parvati and Padma. Harry kept on walking for a while before he said, "Do you think I was too harsh on him?"

"No. That jerk totally deserved it," Neville said. "The idiot looked like he was about to wet his pants. You should have seen yourself; it looked like your eyes were glowing, and I could have sworn I could feel this enormous pressure of your magic pushing down on me. I couldn't imagine how it felt for the person it was directed at. Hopefully, it will mean that Ron learned his lesson." Neville paused before asking, "Do you want to go to the Great Hall and see if Hermione is there yet?"

"I'm still kind of angry, and I feel like if I see that human waste disposal system again, I might just punch him." Harry paused and took a deep breath before saying, "I need to get some energy out in some way. Maybe in the dueling chambers, I can practice some explosive spells to get some of my anger out. I'll meet you and the others at the feast tonight."

"Wait, you should have some supervision in case you lose focus and hurt yourself," Neville said.

After nearly an hour, Harry had burned off enough energy that Neville could no longer feel Harry's magic pushing against him, and they decided to go to the feast. "Hey, where is Hermione?" Harry asked Daphne when he sat down.

"She is still in the bathroom with Padma and Parvati," Daphne responded. "We've heard about what that douchebag said. Personally, I think you have a good amount of self-restraint to hold back from punching him in the face. I'm sure she'll be fine by tomorrow."

"I'm sure it will be fine, Harry. Hermione is strong, and Padma is with her if she needs to talk to anyone," Tracy said.

"There is another rumor going around that people could feel your magical aura pressing down on them," Susan chipped in.

"People are also saying that Ron wet himself after you left, but I think that's a lie," Hannah added.

"I'm sure people don't believe that I'm that powerful," Harry said. "I haven't exactly done much to prove it aside from getting mad at Ron."

"Yeah, but it's more than just that. Harry, you are the Boy-Who-Lived in everyone else's eyes," Daphne interjected. "Think about it this way: you are a complete unknown who is very famous and brought about the defeat of the most fearsome dark lord of the century. So even with that alone, people will already have high expectations of you. Then let's add in the fact that you are the heir to multiple prominent families. The people who espouse the pureblood movement, once they realize how many houses you are the head of, will have even higher expectations."

"She's not wrong," Tracey said. "This is just going to add to your legend. Everyone knows that it is very difficult to project an aura of magic—which is what you did—and that only the strongest of wizards can do it for more than a few seconds without getting magical exhaustion. This, coupled with the fact that you are also an eleven-year-old who has yet to have their final magical maturity, is just proving how strong you will become in the future.

"So what you're saying is that everyone has really high expectations of me because of something I did as a one-year-old. Or maybe it wasn't even me; maybe it was my mother. Yet they still have high expectations." Harry sighed before saying, "Well, I might as well live up to my family's legacy and do extremely well to make my parents proud."

Before their conversation went on any further, the doors to the Great Hall slammed open, and Quirrell ran in and said, "Troll! Troll in the dungeons. Just thought you ought to know." Before fainting.

There was a brief moment of silence before there was pandemonium. For a few moments, everyone was screaming and yelling before there was a bang. Dumbledore stood up and let out another bang from his wand before saying, "Please, everyone stay calm. Prefects, lead the students back to their dormitories."

"But professor, aren't the Slytherin and Hufflepuff dormitories in the dungeons?" Harry yelled.

Looking a bit abashed, Dumbledore said, "My apologies, everyone stay inside the Great Hall. We will barricade it."

Harry looked around and realized that Hermione, Padma, and Parvati were still in the bathroom. He then said, "Guys, Hermione, Padma, and Parvati are still in the bathroom. I'm going to go tell Flitwick." Harry then walked up to the head table and over to Flitwick before saying, "Professor, Hermione, Padma, and Parvati are not here. Hermione was mocked by Ronald Weasley and was crying while Padma and Parvati were comforting her. Can we go and bring them back?"

"Harry, this is what the professors must do; you're still just a first-year," Flitwick said.

"Yes, but this is a big castle, professor. There aren't enough of you to search the entire castle, and if we rush, then we can go and grab them before getting back with nothing happening. Besides, this is half of the reason why I train so hard: so that I can protect my future family and friends if they are ever in danger," Harry argued.

"Fine, but we will just be going there and back. If we run into any trouble, then you are to listen to all of my instructions, which includes running if I tell you to run," Flitwick said firmly. "Let's go, we don't have much time to waste. I'll let Dumbledore know on the way."

The pair of them rushed out the doors of the Great Hall. A moment later, the doors slammed shut, and Harry's friends all shared a glance, hoping that Harry would be alright. The pair of them ran through the halls towards the bathroom where Hermione was before they heard a scream. Harry started running faster until he smelled a nearly unbearable odor.

Flitwick and Harry rushed through the door into the bathroom and saw all three girls backed up against the wall with the troll in between them. At first glance, the troll looked to be nearly four times as tall as Flitwick, with a large wooden club that was as big as Harry. The troll was slowly advancing on the girls, who were screaming and holding each other. All of a sudden, the troll stumbled as Harry summoned a piece of a shattered toilet stall from in front of it, which ended up hitting the troll in the gut.

"Over here, ugly!" Harry yelled before banishing a piece of debris at the troll's face. Flitwick, realizing Harry was drawing the troll's attention to distract it from the girls, did the same. Together, the Master and Apprentice were distracting the troll with debris and leading it outside of the bathroom.

As the two of them backed out of the bathroom with the troll following behind, Flitwick said, "Go and get the girls, then go to the Great Hall and find some teachers. I will distract it until we can lead it out of the castle."

As Harry rushed inside, he saw the three girls all clutching each other with terror in their eyes. "Quick, girls, follow me." Harry grabbed Hermione and started dragging her, with Parvati following behind. "Damn," Harry said when he realized that Padma was frozen, standing still. "Must be in shock." Whipping out his elder wand in his right hand, he levitated Padma and rushed out of the door, running in the opposite direction from where Flitwick was leading the troll.

As Harry rounded the first corner, he saw that Flitwick was getting backed into a corner but didn't notice it with his focus on the troll. Making a split-second decision, he told the girls to run to the Great Hall and get some teachers. He then rushed back and saw Flitwick's back hit the wall as he dodged a swing from the troll. Harry was still 20 meters away and realized that if he didn't do anything, Flitwick would be severely injured or killed. Knowing that troll's were magically resistant and he would need something strong his mind went back to the blasting hex that Flitwick taught him in their last lesson.

Flashback

"Now Mr Potter you must know that although this is one of the weaker blasting curses for most people it can be made stronger by adding 'maxima' on at the end. The incantation is 'bombarda' this curse is commonly used in duels as without adding the maxima on at the end, it is a non lethal spell that is likely to break some bones and hurt the skin but unless it is on their face it is unlikely that there will be any lasting damage." Flitwick said seriously, "When you use this curse it is very easy to overpower it by forcing more magic through and if you add maxima on at the end then that will multiply the amount of power behind the spell exponentially. As someone who is already very powerful you will need to be very careful with this spell.

This spell is allowed in all age groups for dueling as it is easily treated but if in a fight for your life I would recommend that you use the reducto or confringo blasting curses as they are more powerful. But we can get to those later. For now make sure that you are responsible when using this spell and make sure that you are only using the 'maxima' part if you desperately need it. But for now you know the drill." He finished with a small smile.

"I know, 10 bullseyes from 10 meters with both hands before moving back and repeating until I have reached the longest distance." Harry said with a small sigh. He knew that it was important to be accurate and be able to cast with both hands considering that he had two wands, but it was very boring and they had yet to work on parallel casting which meant that he could still only fire from one wand and then the other. But he was determined to get it down before the end of the year and he knew that if he set his mind to it that he would be able to do it.

End Flashback

Whipping out his holly wand in his left hand, he cast his most powerful Bombarda Maxima from both wands while forcing all the magic he could through them. As he watched the troll bring its club over its head, he saw his spells rushing towards its back. He took in the muscles clenching on its back, Flitwick readying his wand to try and save himself, and his two spells going for the troll's head. After what seemed like an eternity, he saw his spells connect and heard a loud boom. Flitwick jumped to the side in an amazing display of agility, just getting out from under the troll, or what was left of it.

Harry's two spells hit the troll in the back of the head and neck, destroying nearly the entirety of the troll's upper body. There was blood and gore everywhere, with chunks of flesh on the floor and walls. Suddenly, Harry dry heaved and ran off to the girls' bathroom, which was nearly destroyed, and vomited in one of the sinks that had escaped destruction.

After a few moments, Harry felt Flitwick's small hand rubbing circles on his back as he attempted to comfort his apprentice. "What on Earth happened here?" they heard McGonagall ask from outside.

"I dare say that we can find out from Mr. Potter and Professor Flitwick in a moment, Minerva," Dumbledore replied. "Oh dear me. Are you alright, Mr. Potter?" Dumbledore asked kindly.

"He hit the troll with two Bombarda Maximas simultaneously, and you saw the result," Flitwick said. "Perhaps we should take him to see Poppy." Flitwick suggested. "And did you see the three girls that we came for?"

"Yes, Professor Sprout is there with them, and they will likely be on their way to the infirmary as well." After a brief pause, Dumbledore continued, "Why don't you take Mr. Potter to the infirmary while we take care of the cleanup here?"

"That's a good idea, Headmaster," Flitwick said before turning to Harry and saying softly, "Come on, Harry, let's get you up to Madam Pomfrey."

Once they got to the hospital wing, Harry was quickly fed some potions and fell asleep for the night. The following morning, Harry woke up and got some breakfast from Madam Pomfrey before asking her, "What happened last night? All I remember was getting Hermione, Padma, and Parvati out of the bathroom, but it's kind of blank from there."

As Poppy opened her mouth to speak, a voice said, "Perhaps we can answer that, Mr. Potter." Looking over, Harry saw the Headmaster, who was the one who spoke, walk into the room with Professor Flitwick. As the two walked over and conjured chairs for themselves, Harry sat up in his bed. "What happened, Mr. Potter, is that you likely saved those three girls by informing Professor Flitwick of their whereabouts. It is also likely that you saved Filius from a serious injury by killing that troll when you did."

When Harry heard the word "kill," he got a flashback to the previous night: how the troll's body blew up in an explosion of blood and flesh, with chunks of flesh and bones scattered against the walls. As he started to panic again, he heard Flitwick say, "Deep breaths, Harry, deep breaths. It's alright."

"I killed it," Harry whispered. "I'm a monster."

"No," the Headmaster cut in sternly. "You saved multiple lives yesterday, and if you hadn't done what needed to be done, there is a very large chance that Professor Flitwick would be in that bed instead of you. So, under no circumstances should you consider yourself a monster. Yes, killing is very bad, and it is especially unfortunate that someone as young as yourself had to take a life, but you took that life in defense of both your own life and others, so you should not feel bad about that.

"But something else you should know is that troll parts are used in some potions, and since you killed it, you can claim it under the right of conquest. I have asked Professor Snape to render the body, and any parts that are sold will earn you the money, if you wish."

Harry thought about all the gold he had lying around in his vaults under Gringotts and realized that he didn't really need the money. He had more wealth in one of his vaults than he could spend in ten lifetimes, not including the investments and interest building the wealth. Knowing that the money wouldn't be missed from his vaults, he decided to put it to a good cause and said, "Professor, could I donate it to the school?"

"That is very possible, and I would like to thank you for the donation," Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling.

"But I have one condition," Harry spoke up. Thinking back to his time at school, he remembered that the school brooms were faulty and had put Susan's life at risk. "You have to buy the school new brooms with the money, and then any extra you can do what you like. I don't know how much the troll will sell for, but I assume you can probably get 20 or so stable, sturdy, and safe brooms to replace the old ones. The old ones are unsafe and could have really hurt Susan if I hadn't caught her in time."

"I dare say that with the profits from the troll, we can buy plenty of safe and reliable brooms and still have enough left over. I will personally assure you that the leftover money is spent responsibly," Dumbledore said with a smile. "Perhaps we can bring back some of the subjects we had to stop due to lack of funding. Anyway, I'll put some more thought into it later, but for now, I would like to say thank you for protecting your fellow students and Professor Flitwick, and for the donation to the school. I hope you know that it is okay to have taken that troll's life in self-defense, and should you ever need to talk to someone about it, my door is always open. Goodbye, Mr. Potter, I will leave you in Filius and Poppy's capable hands." Dumbledore then stood up and left the infirmary.

Harry then looked back to Flitwick, who started speaking and said, "Mr. Potter, I would like to express my gratitude towards you, as if you did not help me, it is quite likely that I would have been hit by that troll club. I would also like to reiterate that although it is a horrible thing to have to take a life, there are circumstances where it is better to take a life than to let someone else die."

Harry paused and thought about the Headmaster and Flitwick's words and what they were really saying. He then said, "Master, I don't understand. I know that you are a very powerful wizard and very capable of defeating a troll, so what went wrong last night and why didn't you just do what I did?"

"Well, Mr. Potter, what you need to consider is that the adrenaline rushing through your body combined with firing two spells at the same time considerably boosted the power of your spells, especially if you were intending to overpower it like I suspect you were. I could not have fired two spells that powerful at such a speed from my wand that they would have hit the troll at the same time. I was also more focused on leading it away from where you and the young ladies were, which meant that I got cornered. This is a good learning opportunity for you as it is a good reminder that you must always be aware of your surroundings because if you are backed into a corner like I was or you trip on some debris, it could be fatal or cause you to lose a duel," Flitwick responded.

"So, you're saying that because both my spells hit it at the same time, they did much more damage than would have been possible for two spells that hit the same spot a second apart?" Harry asked.

"Yes. That is why I could not have just done that at the beginning, and because I was trapped, I would have almost certainly been hit by the club, and I would be in your position right now. I owe you a debt for likely saving my life, Mr. Potter, and one day I hope to be able to pay you back for what you have done," Flitwick said with a serious expression. "Even though I am only part goblin, we do take debts seriously, especially one that is made in the heat of battle. I will continue training you in dueling, and maybe even a Charms mastery if that is something you would like."

"That does sound good, Professor, but let's not decide anything too soon," Harry responded.

"We can do that after one of our training sessions, but for now, I do believe that you have some friends waiting outside for you," Flitwick said. With a small wave of his wand, the doors opened. A moment later, Harry saw all his friends rushing in and heard Flitwick say quietly, "I'll leave you to enjoy the moment with your friends, and remember to talk to someone if you are struggling."

"Harry!" various voices shouted. "What happened?" "Are you alright?" "Did you kill the troll?" "Were you injured?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, guys. Slow down and let me answer one at a time," Harry said while being crushed in a hug, with Hermione leading the way. "First off, I am alright now. I was not injured terribly, but I cast two powerful spells that were much more than someone my age should be able to cast, so they just wanted to check and make sure my core was fine. Second, yes, I did kill the troll. It was gross, and it feels horrible to have killed something. Third, I have some more positive news. Since I killed the troll, I can claim it under the rights of conquest or something like that. I have since said that any profits from the parts of the troll that are sold will be donated to the school under the condition that some safe brooms are bought."

Upon hearing that, Susan let out a small squeal and hugged Harry again, saying, "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

While hugging her back, Harry said, "You're welcome, Susan. I didn't want people to be put off Quidditch just because their first broom ride is on some unsafe brooms." Harry finished with a smile, and the other quidditch fans around him chuckled.

Then Hermione softly punched him in the arm and said, "Prat," with a smile, "Quidditch isn't the most important thing."

"Blasphemy," Harry said. "Quidditch is the most important thing at school." He said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Harry James Potter, how could you?" Hermione then noticed the look in his eyes and said, "Sorry, you were joking, weren't you."

"Yes, Hermione, but it's alright. Anyway, I'm ready to get out of here now. Madam Pomfrey, am I cleared to go?" Harry asked the matron.

With a couple of diagnostic charms, Madam Pomfrey could see that he was all good and said, "Yes, you can go now, but make sure to take it easy. Also, remember to talk to someone if you need some help."

"Yes, Madam Pomfrey, I think I should write another letter to Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon," Harry said to himself.

"Let's go to the Den first," Hannah suggested. "You can write it there, and we can all relax knowing that you are perfectly safe and healthy."

Once Harry got to the Den, he sat down at the table and got ready to write his letter.

Dear Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Big D

I know that this letter is a bit earlier than usual but something has come up and I would like to inform you of it. As of Halloween last night a troll made its way into the castle and the teachers told everyone to stay inside of the great hall with some of the teachers there with us. I realized that Hermione, Padma and Parvati were not with us due to some jerk that was being mean to Hermione but I will tell you about that later. Once I realized that I went to Flitwick as he was my master and convinced him to let me come with him to get the girls. The troll was in the bathroom with them and after getting the troll out I got the girls and ran, then I ended up killing the troll to protect Flitwick as he was backed into a corner.

I've been told multiple times now that it was okay to take the life of the troll because it was in self defense, but it feels wrong bad weird like I'm numb to it. I mean I just took a life and I feel like my friends don't quite know that I was the one that killed it. I mean I told them that I was the one that killed it but I don't think they quite understand how it has impacted me. I think that I will speak with Madam Pomfrey about it later but for now I'll just have to do my best not to think about it.

About that rude boy who was bullying the girls, his name is Ronald Weasley, he isn't a very talented student and according to Neville just wastes all his time mucking around and playing chess. Hermione was excited about learning and Ron mocked her, so I ended up yelling at him because he made her cry. If you get a letter about that because I got into trouble, then I would like to say sorry but I stand by my actions because he was being really rude to Hermione.

It was also a little bit difficult for me to get through Halloween without you Aunt Petunia. But I spent some time with my friends and we made it through fine. I hope that you fared well and maybe you talked to Dudley a bit. Anyway there are a few people who I talked to and have heard some more stories about my parents in my time here from some of the teachers who taught them. I hope that over the holidays we can talk more and maybe I can tell you some stories that you didn't know about already.

Onto more pleasant news now, my first quidditch match is only a few weeks away now and our training sessions have really ramped up. It's going really well and my teammates and I are working really well together, like how some of those football teams you like work together Dud, but I'm getting really excited about it coming up. I'm still doing really well in classes and my teachers are still giving me advanced work because of how far ahead I am. I have also managed to cast silently, which is much harder than with an incantation and is normally taught in sixth year. My apprenticeship with Professor Flitwick is going well and I am improving rapidly according to him and we hope that I can enter a dueling tournament this holidays for the under-thirteen division. I would need your permission before Flitwick can enter me so if you could give permission in your next letter then I would appreciate it.

Lots of Love

Harry Potter

Before leaving, Harry was pulled to the side by Padma, Parvati, and Hermione, who all gave him a hug. Hermione said, "Thank you for saving us. We don't want to think about what would have happened if you hadn't stepped in to save us."

"I'm glad that I got there in time too; otherwise, I wouldn't get these hugs from pretty girls, now would I?" Harry said with a mischievous smile.

As the girls all blushed, Padma and Parvati softly hit him on the chest and said, "Prat," at the same time.

"Anyway, I'm glad you're alright, but we should probably head to lunch now," Harry said.

"Typical boy, only focused on his stomach," Hermione said with a smile as the others laughed.

"Guilty," Harry said.

By the time Harry had finished his letter and discussions, it was about time for lunch, and all Harry's friends decided to head down to lunch. On the way, they ran into the Weasley twins, who said in their usual twin speech, "Well,"

"Well,"

"Well,"

"If it isn't The Troll Slayer,"

"And the Renegades themselves."

After getting a sore head from looking back and forth as they spoke, Hermione spoke up and asked, "The Renegades? Why are you calling us that?"

"Well, it's"

"Because of how"

"You are all in different"

"houses yet still friends."

"Okay, is anyone else's head getting sore?" Daphne asked.

"Yep, but I also think that The Renegades is far from the worst name we could have been given," Harry said. "It's not offensive, at least. But what I'm more worried about is how the whole school already knows that I killed the troll."

"Well, Headmaster Dumbledore"

"With his infinite wisdom"

"Told the whole school"

"At breakfast this morning"

"About how you killed it to save lives"

"And that we shouldn't question you."

"Wait, really?" Harry exclaimed.

"It's true. He just stood up and told everyone, but I don't think you should worry about it. You shouldn't have too many questions to answer because of the headmaster; they already know pretty much what happened," Neville said. "Anyway, I'm hungry, and we should get to the Great Hall for lunch."

As they got to the Great Hall, Harry walked in, and all noise stopped. Everyone stared at Harry as he and his friends walked over towards the Ravenclaw table. "You'd think these people would have better things to do than stare at us while we are trying to have lunch," Harry said in a loud voice.

Once everyone looked away Padma said "Man, that was kind of awkward. I can't imagine if this is what it's like for you just walking around Diagon Alley. It was pretty creepy, and I wouldn't be able to get anything done because of everyone staring at me."

"Yeah, it must be pretty tough for you. But hopefully, it will settle down soon," Parvati said.

"Oh well, there's nothing that I can do about it now," Harry said before serving himself lunch as the conversation changed to different topics.

Authors Note

I know that it was a little bit serious after the troll but I felt like knowing that you have killed a sentient being for the first time would be traumatic so I wanted to show that and make sure that people understand Harry is not some unfeeling killing machine. I hope you enjoyed it, I will keep updating monthly and feel free to leave a review if you want me to include something.