8

Harry was heading to the carriages. It was time to head home for the holidays. He expected something to go wrong at any time now.

Mister Potter, please stop!" Harry turned around and saw the head Gryffindor coming toward him

"Professor" he said evenly "Is there something you wanted?"

Minerva regarded him for a moment "I couldn't help but notice that you didn't put your name down to stay at Hogwarts over the holidays" she enquired. Like that wasn't obvious.

"That's because I'm not. I'm going back to see my family" he answered.

"The headmaster thinks that you should stay at school for the holiday this year. He thinks it would be safer for you since you are not living with your relatives. Please follow me!" she said in a no-nonsense tone.

"No, I'm going home" was his only reply as he turned around and proceeded to be on his way. Harry did not intend to spend any more time with that bastard than he had to.

Minerva was shocked, students did not normally dare to defy her. This was intolerable. This was the second time this had happened. "Mister Potter, the headmaster demands you stay over the holidays."

Harry turned and looked her in the eyes "Professor I don't care what that fucking goat has to say. He is not my muggle guardian and has no right to decide where I am over the holidays. His power ended last night, so this is an illegal order. An order that I have no attention of obeying." His voice was cold.

Minerva's nostrils flared. "Mister Potter that will be ten points from Ravenclaw house! You will show him respect."

"Whatever; respect is something you have to earn; he never has." he rolled his eyes at her, "tell me, are you his errand bitch now? Why didn't he come himself?"

She narrowed his eyes at him "Professor Dumbledore has more important things than to come down here to tell a student to stay here. Since I see off all the students. Any last-minute instructions to the students are part of my position as a deputy headmistress." Minerva said.

Harry scoffed at her "Well seeing as he not here to tell me that personally. I'll be leaving, not that he has the power to keep me here. When you see the headmaster again, you can tell him to go bugger himself if he keeps giving illegal orders, and that I have better things to do than waste my time with him."

Minerva was completely shocked at what he said, "That will be another ten points from Ravenclaw, and you will be staying here over the break Mister Potter." Her voice was cold now.

Harry narrowed his eyes at her "Professor, how the hell are you going to stop me unless you want a fight? Attacking a student when you are trying to enforce an illegal order will leave you in Azkaban. Let's see, this would be kidnapping an heir to an ancient noble house."

"I can have my aunt and a few of her Aurors here in minutes," Susan said as she walked up to Harry. Minerva was not happy now. She might be able to bully the kid as Albus told her to do. But with multiple students, she just couldn't do it.

Hermione came up on Harry's other side. "Are we going to need to fight?" she asked while looking sad.

Harry was not going to back down. "So, what's it going to be professor?"

The two stared at each other for a few minutes, trying to see which one would crack first. It was obvious that only force would make Harry stay. Something that would cause too many issues. Now, the boy had eight children around him that were all willing to fight her. How could that happen? The children had to obey her, or any other member of the staff.

"This is not over Mister Potter, when you get back, we will be talking when you return." She whirled around and headed back to the castle.

"You can take it up with my solicitor and the Aurors in a few hours, bitch." Harry almost shouted.

The other students from staring at him with awe and shock. They just witnessed Harry Potter and his friends stand up to Professor McGonagall. They were more scared of the Scott than Albus. They were even more surprised by Harry's courage in calling out the professor; and his language.

Many students that heard the whole encounter were troubled. Harry was correct. The headmaster did not have the right to keep Harry over the break. Susan was right, it would be kidnapping. Why would the headmaster risk it? If he would risk it for Harry, would he do so with others?

{S}

Harry sat with Hermione and Susan on the way home. Then once at the platform, they split up so Hermione and Susan went to find their families.

Harry started to the floo. Harry sensed that someone was coming towards him and the next moment he was wrapped in a bone-crushing hug. Reacting on instinct he broke free and cast a bone-breaking hex. His wand was in his hand; pointing at his assailant.

He had been attacked by a rather plump-looking woman with red hair. A man was casting a spell on her, healing her broken ribs. It was the bitch that signed him into the marriage contract. If he knew that before, he would have cast a more lethal spell.

"I suggest you not try that again; I will kill you for an attack like that."

"Harry, my name is Molly Weasley and these are my children" she gestured to the kids behind her. Harry internally smirked, she hadn't denied it was an attack.

"We thought you would do better to spend the holiday with a magical family. It would get you better acquainted with the magical world. We would also like to spend time with the last person to be with our late son." Molly said. As that would happen, Harry thought.

Molly was upset. Things were not going as planned. She was contacted by Albus Dumbledore to invite or better yet demand that Harry came with them. It would get Harry away from the other children whose families did not support Albus. As a second part; it would serve as a chance for Harry to get to know Ginevra better; even if potions had to be used. She had spent several hours brewing the obedience, love, lust, and fertility potions so her daughter would end the holiday pregnant. Even if her daughter did not want to have a baby yet.

Harry went cold "Mrs. Weasley I don't care what you think. I will not be going to your house as I already have plans with my family. Now good day."

Molly's face went as red as her hair at that. No one had ever dared to speak to her like that since she was a teenager. "Now you listen to me young man I am a mother and you will show me some respect. You will come with us to our home where you will stay for the whole holiday." Molly realized she lost her temper. But with the betrothal contract; she felt she could command the boy.

"Shove it, ma'am. I am late getting home. Harry stated coldly while pointing his wand at her and her husband. Mister Weasley put his wand away. He then backed into the floo stating Gringotts. This had turned out well. Harry hoped she would retain her rage. Next time she verbally threatened him; he would get to kill her. He hoped she would be that stupid. To get all of the bride price back; both the mother and the daughter had to die. He just had to do it in a way that would get him sent to Azkaban.

{S}

Back at Hogwarts in the headmaster's office, Albus was sitting at his desk drinking his second glass of Firewhiskey for the day. Again, the boy did not stay as he ordered. It was obvious that the boy hated him and did not do what he said. Why, he could not understand; he was just following the greater good. The boy should be pleased to accept orders from the great Albus Dumbledore. The boy had no reason to hate him.

Then before he could leave to personally get the brat himself, Amelia Bones floo called him. This was painful as she raked him over the coals for trying to require Harry to stay over the holidays. She did not believe him when he said that he had forgotten that the headmaster could not stop a student from leaving during the holidays. She had threatened him with being arrested for attempted kidnapping. The only good point of this conversation; Albus now knew that any attempt to hold or move the boy would have to be done by the order; not himself. If only Amelia had agreed to the greater good?

If that weren't bad enough, Minerva had passed on the message Harry had given her. How dare that boy not do as Albus said? The boy had no right in choosing his path, or not follow the wisdom of the leader of the light. That was just like Tom when he was in the school. Neither accepted the greater good nor had they agreed to obey the great Albus Dumbledore.

The fact that; Harry doing so, will result in the brat dying at the hands of Tom; hopefully after a lot of cruciatus on the boy; didn't change anything for Albus. After all, he was the great Albus Dumbledore; he knew best. His orders should be obeyed without question or hesitation.

If those issues did not cause him a headache, the floo call he just received from Molly Weasley surely did. Damn, that lady could screech.

When Albus heard that Harry had gotten on the express, he placed a call to her and asked her to "invite" Harry over the holidays. Harry attacked her and then said no. Molly vented her rage at the brat's words and actions. She was more upset that she could not start potioning the brat yet. Molly wanted a grandchild; the sooner the better. She didn't even care if her daughter was only eleven when she carried the grandchild.

Albus had no sympathy for his pawn. After the youngest Weasley produced the child, Albus would kill her; the child, and Molly as well. He at least learned that from Sirius Black; the dead cannot come back and hurt you. Moreover, they were expendable for the greater good.

{S}

Harry was dragged by Flitwick, strait from the carriages to the headmaster's room. Minerva and Albus were waiting for him.

"You may leave. Filius" he dismissed the other professor. "Mister Potter, we need to discuss what you said on the grounds."

"I am not going to be left alone in the same room as you" Harry defiantly stated. "I demand, as allowed under the school's by-law, Professor Flitwick stay." The small professor just took a seat.

"Mister Potter, I will not harm you." The boy refused to listen to him. He was eerily reminded of Tom when he was in school, that brat also never listened to him or follow his greater good. Harry was doing the same. Why, wouldn't they listen, after all, Albus knew best.

Harry was not having it "Professor Flitwick; thank you for staying. This bastard dropped me at the doorstep of my muggle relatives, where I was neglected and abused. Given that, do you think, I am ever going to trust him not to do worse to me? I do not even want to stay in the same room with the headmaster or his lapdog bitch. You can understand my point, right professor?"

Flitwick snorted at that; "I will stay."

"Fifty points from Ravenclaw, Mister Potter. Your language and disrespect need to change." Minerva said.

"Mister Potter I am truly sorry for what you had to go through under their care. I had to make sure you were safe." Albus tried his grandfatherly voice. He ignored Minerva's comment.

His reaction was instant from Harry. Harry's eyes were full of rage "Listen to me, headmaster. That place was not safe for me. From what I learned at Saint Mungo's; someone with magic must have showed up many times just to keep me alive. That is your definition of safe?"

"Back to before the holiday. I am only going to say this once. How I choose to spend my holidays is up to me and my family! You do not have a say in the matter as you are no relation to me. Any further attempt and I will have Madam Bones arrest you for kidnapping an ancient house's scion. You understand you goat fucking asshole? I will also use force to keep me free; deadly force."

"This is the second year of the bullshit. I stand by what I said. I want nothing to do with you and when not on school time I want nothing to do with you or your greater fucking good. If you have a problem with that then take it up with someone who wants to hear your bullshit. If you hadn't got the laws changed with the ICW; I would never have entered the gate of this pile of Bullshit." He then pushed him back into his chair and left the room. Leaving the other occupants shocked at his actions.

Minerva said being the first to recover. She was shocked at what that boy just said. Albus was the next to recover and he looked at the professors "You will notify Mister Potter he has a week of detention. He will have it with me." he said dismissively.

"No, Albus, he will have the detention with me," Flitwick said. Flitwick would use it to practice duel with the boy. It would be fun, educational, and not a real detention. Albus was in the wrong. If he continued like this; the Aurors would soon be here and the school would fall under the ministry's control.

It was apparent to the charms' professor that Albus didn't care about that certain raven. This shocked him, Albus didn't care what the boy felt or wanted. Nor did he care that the Potter boy was livid with him. It was clear that none of that mattered to the headmaster. Albus just expected the boy to listen and obey him. As Harry's head of the house, he would have to protect his raven from the headmaster. He didn't even bother saying anything as he left. He knew the headmaster would not admit he was wrong.

Albus was reflecting on the meeting; it did not go to plan. He expected the boy to apologize. That didn't happen. As for the hate Albus saw, that was uncalled for by the boy. Yes, Albus himself had orchestrated some events. Well, most of the events that caused the boy pain are in reality. He had set up the brat's family to die. It was only unfortunate that Tom hadn't succeeded in killing the boy then.

The damn brat should not care about any of that. After all, it was necessary for the greater good that both his parent die. Albus had a feeling that things were only going to get worse as he needed the boy under his control. This was going to be a long process and a large headache for him.

{S}

Harry had been looking forward to this duel. Even finding out that the Club was being run by Snape and Flophart instead of Flitwick hadn't dampened his enthusiasm too much. Harry had enjoyed his detention with Flitwick. Dueling was fun. Harry was also looking forward to seeing any of the dualists use family magic. He had to be careful though. Croaker had taught him all the normal dueling spells; which were fine to use. However, Croaker also taught him unspeakable only combat spells. The summer hospital taught him other spells most people would call dark. All of those special spells were not used lightly, at least not in such a public setting like this.

Unfortunately, Harry was the first to go. He had to duel a Slytherin sixth-year perfect. Snape told his prefect a fancy snake conjuration spell. The spell produced a large snake. The size of the snake was somewhat impressive; Harry gave the perfect that.

However, it was also completely useless. When Harry glared at it, the snake slithered into the crowd. It looked like it was going to end up attacking one of the Hufflepuffs though, so Harry was forced to yell out to it.

"Hey! Leave him alone," Harry said in parseltongue.

"Speaker?" in parseltongue. The snake turned to Harry and bobbed its head.

"If you want to attack anyone, then attack the blond idiots up here," Harry said in parseltongue, gesturing to Lockhart. Harry didn't notice that the entire Hall had gone so quiet you could probably hear a quill drop. Harry wondered if he could learn the spell and send snakes as assassins.

"However, I'd recommend just heading out into the forest. There's a lot of food out there." Harry continued in parseltongue.

"Very well, Speaker." The snake said in parseltongue. The snake started to slither down the line of people towards the main doors when Snape finally roused himself and strode forward, vanishing the serpent.

"Hey!" Harry yelled at the professor. "Why did you do that? It wasn't hurting anyone!" At least since he could control it.

"It was a dangerous serpent, Potter," Snape said with a sneer.

"It was just…"

"Be quiet, boy!" Snape yelled which caused Harry to flinch. Harry then scowled at himself.

The git was pushing it. "15 points from Ravenclaw for talking back to a Professor!"

Lockhart came forward, his ever-present grin perhaps a bit forced. "Yes, well I believe we've all experienced enough excitement for the evening. So off to your common rooms, tut tut."

That cemented it. Harry realized he was buggered. Most of the school, Harry was sure; would believe that because Harry was a parselmouth, he had to be the heir of Slytherin.

It didn't matter he had friends that were first-generational as well as half-bloods like himself. Hell; he was dating a first generational. The idiots at the school had no common sense. Worse, wizards and witches went out of their way not to use logic.

Plus, if he did control a monster; why would he not have the monster attack the headmaster? That was who rumors said he hated. It also amused Harry; it was one of the few rumors that was the truth.

Besides; he did not claim the Slytherin Lordship. For purebloods, such a lordship would be beyond value. That lordship might even give him power over the school. So, if it was him; he would have claimed it.

{S}

Harry realized that he had done something more stupid than normal. He went to see the Slytherin Gryffindor quidditch match. While he loved flying; he thought quidditch was stupid. Unless the chasers scored beyond normal; it came down to the better or luckier seeker.

This game proved that point and then some. The Gryffs won; which was sort of a good thing. They won three hundred fifty to one sixty. The Gryff seeker let the Slytherin seeker grab the snitch.

Then his bad luck struck. One of the bludgers left the field and slammed into his arm. He thought it was broken and only the quick reaction of Hermione stopped it from going and returning with another strike. Harry was cursing himself; he needed to have better reactions or he would be dead. He wondered who the assailant was. He internally sighed. Someone else wanted him dead. Someone he would kill. A bunch of people began to rush him. The first teacher to get there was none other than his Defense teacher. Harry did not know how Lockhart had made it there so quickly.

"Here, let me help you, Mister Potter. I'll have it fixed in a trice." The professor pulled out his wand.

"I think I'd rather Madam Pomfrey do it," he quickly said, suddenly scared at what this teacher who taught so little might do.

"It's no problem at all, Mister Potter." Then without an incantation, the man waved his wand and touched the tip of his wand to Harry's broken arm.

Harry felt warmth throughout his arm, which felt very odd when the wand was removed. When he looked, he noticed that his arm was bending all on its own, in rather more places than usual. He heard a gasp behind the teacher. Looking up, he saw Hermione wide-eyed and angry; as angry as he had ever seen her.

"You… you…" Hermione struggled to speak. "You removed the bones in his arm, you, you…"

"Well, it's not, uh, broken anymore, is it?" Lockhart finished lamely. He quickly stood up and briskly said, "I'm all done here, time to move on," as he hurriedly walked away under the glare of Hermione, who was still struggling to avoid cussing him out or worse cursing him within an inch of his life.

Madam Pomfrey was now able to get to him and after a quick look, she shook her head. "Fixing a broken bone is easy; re-growing one is much harder, let alone two. I need you to follow me, Mister Potter. You are in for a rough night."

"I tried to stop him," Harry protested. He remembered re-growing bones from his stint in the hospital.

"I'm sure you did, Mister Potter. Well, come along with me. You'll be spending the night in my wing," the nurse told him in a semi-comforting tone.

{S}

In the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey gave him "Skele-Gro". He knew tonight would suck. He remembered that potion from Saint Mungo's. It was the worst memory from his time there.

The feeling started creepy. It was very strange to have no bones but still feel like there was something there, and it tingled something fierce. Then the bones growing hurt like a piece or more of him being stretched too much. "Harry, why do you think the rogue bludger went after you?" Hermione asked hesitantly, as if afraid of what she might hear.

"I don't know. If it was to disrupt one side or the other for the quidditch game, I might very well understand, but I can't imagine anyone trying to kill me over it, I don't even play" he replied, trying to keep his mind on the conversation instead of his arm.

Hermione had not left his side since he came here. Madam Pomfrey even let Hermione stay until dinner. Then she shooed the girl off, baring her from returning until the next day.

{S}

The pain of his bones regrowing was almost done, but it was enough to keep Harry awake, even though it must be a near curfew, he guessed. Harry was still trying to ignore his arm, without much success. He then heard a quiet pop near the foot of his bed. Part of him was not surprised to see the crazy house elf that had visited him over the summer.

"Dobby, what are you doing here?" he asked as he sat up to have a clear line of sight. He mentally summoned his wand to his hand.

The elf wrung his hands. "Dobby comes to apologize for hurting the great Harry Potter, but Dobby does what he has to do."

It took a moment for Harry to follow that logic, but then it suddenly made sense. "Wait! You're saying you're the one that changed the magic on the bludger and sent it after me?"

Dobby looked very sad and repentant, but he slowly nodded. "Dobby is very, very sorry. He tried twice before to get the Great Harry Potter to stay away from school, but you would not stay away."

"Twice?" He thought furiously. The first time was obviously in the summer when the elf tried to tell him that he had to stay away. But when was the second time? Then he knew… "You're also the one that closed the portal to Platform 9 ¾ on me, aren't you?"

Dobby's ears flapped as he nodded using his whole body. "You should have stayed home when you missed the train."

Harry realized that the elf could get him killed. So, he slowly raised his buloke wand. One cutting curse later, Dobby was dead. One less threat. Who knows how many more to go? He banished the remains. He had to use the scourgify multiple times to clean up all the blood. Then he summoned his aunt's house elf. He gave the elf his wand. Now all traces were gone.

Harry snuggled down into his bed again. Why do these things continue to happen to me, he asked himself. Unfortunately, he received no answer. That about summed up his life. He was fate's punching bag.

Between his known enemies and luck; he felt he would be lucky to see his twenties. As he thought more; he guessed his life fit the motto; Once is happenstance. Twice is a coincidence. Three times is enemy action. The only question; who wasn't his enemy? How to kill them also.

{S}

Harry was not quite asleep when he heard adult voices outside the doors to the hospital wing. He faked sleep as they came in.

"I don't know what he was doing out at this time of night." It was Professor McGonagall.

"We can only speculate and that probably won't help." That was Dumbledore. "Hmm, he had his camera in front of his face. Let's see if we can get a clue here."

A camera? Well, that narrowed the possibilities down to one, Harry thought. The boy he was planning on killing. Then there was a hissing sound and a gasp from McGonagall. The stench of burning plastic reached Harry's nose. "We won't find a clue there," Dumbledore said. "I've never seen a film do that before."

"I'll have to write a letter to his parents. It's a shame that Pomona won't have the Mandrakes ready before the end of the year. That will put him over half a year behind his peers." McGonagall did sound like she was sorry for the boy. Dumbledore did not.

This posed a question for the boy. Did the headmaster hate the muggleborn, in complete hypocrisy of what he extolled? He wouldn't put it past the old goat.

"It can't be helped; they won't mature any faster. We'll have to keep him back a year since he will fall so far behind. Hmm, I wonder…" but Dumbledore did not say what he was thinking about.

"I wonder what happened to him," McGonagall said. From her voice, she sounded like she thought the headmaster knew what had petrified Miss Norris and Creevy.

Dumbledore partially caved to McGonagall's suspicion. "I believe the answer is contained in the Chamber of Secrets. I also believe the more important question is 'how.' How did it get opened again?" Dumbledore paused. "Let us take our leave as there is nothing more we can do here. You have a letter to write and I must figure out a way to keep the board of governors, ministry, and the public at large; from hearing about this. At least we don't have to care about his parents, he is a muggleborn after all.

"Minerva, we also have to keep Aurors from the school. No matter how many students get hurt. It is for the greater good."

"Your will," Minerva said. Her voice now sounded tired.

{S}

Harry was being shunned. It wasn't that bad, mostly. So, he decided to find Hermione; at least with her, he would have some warmth. He was surprised that in the library, he found Hermione, Susan, and an unknown Slytherin. The Slytherin had deep blue eyes and golden blonde hair that extended a little past her shoulders. It was the Slytherin he had shared an express compartment with. Harry realized that the blonde was Daphne Greengrass, the ice queen of Slytherin. He then noticed they were all working together on their transfiguration homework.

"Ladies, may I join you?" Harry asked. He expected both Susan and Daphne to say no. Hermione looked nervous until the two other girls surprised both of them. Susan said he could without any hesitation. The blonde floored both of them.

"Heir Potter, my name is Daphne Greengrass. It would be my pleasure for you to join us." Daphne said as he extended her hand. This was the first time the girl had introduced herself to him.

Internally the ice queen wanted to dance with joy. Her mom was a friend of Harry's adopted aunt. She let slip to Daphne that Harry was the head unspeakable's protégé. Daphne would do anything to protect her family, especially her baby sister. Plus Harry's green eyes did something to her core when he looked at her.

Once Susan and Daphne realized that both Harry and Hermione did not know what to do, they gave each other a look.

"Harry, Hermione, do you know any of the old family customs?" Susan asked. Both shook their heads.

"Harry, kiss the back of her knuckles. I will provide you with books on the pure blood culture and customs." Susan ordered. "Harry will need to know this. If you want to be with him, Hermione, you will also."

Harry kissed Daphne's knuckles. "Aren't you afraid that I will turn you to stone, or that I am the heir of Slytherin?"

Daphne laughed. "If you were the heir of Slytherin, you would not have Hermione as your girlfriend. You would never have been her friend in the first place, and you would not have killed Draco Malfoy."

The study session was weird for Harry. It seemed that all three girls flirted with him. Each time, Harry would look to Hermione, she always seemed to encourage him to flirt back. The girls also seemed to flirt with each other. The weirdest part was when they talked about getting messages to each other without anyone knowing.

After checking with legilimency on Hermione, it turned out that Harry and the girls all had the story of O. Hermione had bought them all copies. Harry was amused by this.

So he decided to bring up the book. After talking with them for a while about it; he learned the book had touched something in them. All of the girls blushed but admitted they wondered about each herself as O being led out into the great hall by a leash, arms bound behind her and naught but an owl mask herself. Led and protected by Harry.

While Hermione had not thought ahead, Harry could still use it. In the future, coded messages could be sent and all had the key. The girls were both surprised and delighted when Harry explained that. In the last part of the meeting, Hermione asked if she could include her roommate in future study sessions. The other girls overruled Harry and said Hermione could bring her roommate, a girl called Luna Lovegood.

Harry internally smirked at that. He bet that Hermione had a muggle book purchase shortly.

{S}

Harry was fed up. People were talking about him behind his back. Drawing away with him with fear. When they thought they could get away with it, hex him. He talked to the head of the house. Flitwick told him that the headmaster told the professors not to intervene. This pissed him off. He would fire back, he promised himself. Then he went to the headmaster. He would give the goat one chance to stop the violence.

{S}

"Headmaster, you know I am not the heir of Slytherin. Why do you let the school think so?"

Albus was pleased. The bullying was working on the boy. It would make him happy with any support. Maybe his plans would be back on track.

"The staff is restricted. We cannot tell the students what to think. That is what the board rules." Dumbledore said. Hoping the boy would not realize that he had just been lied to by his headmaster.

The board would put a stop to it; Dumbledore knew. Not to save the boy from pain, but to prevent the underlying insult that would be brought if Harry was the heir of Slytherin. There was no way the heir could be a half-blood. Despite the fact that Dumbledore knew Tom was also a half-blood.

"That is bullshit. You can stop bullying." Harry said; knowing the headmaster could if he wanted to. This did not surprise him though. But for legal reasons, he had to give this one warning.

"I am afraid, my boy; I cannot," Albus said, trying not to smirk at the boy.

Harry realized it was a lie. The old goat wanted his bullied, "I am not your boy. You can but you will not. So, headmaster, this is your only warning. If any student from this point forward, casts another hex or curse at me, no matter what it is, I will feel it is a threat to my life. I will retaliate with lethal force." With that, Harry stormed from the room.

Albus was torn. Apparently, this heir business was isolating the child. Maybe this would get the child under his control. But would the child follow through with his threat? No, he wouldn't go that far. No, Albus was sure that the child was only bluffing. He was sure; so, his plan on isolating the brat would continue. He would continue not to allow the teachers to step in to help the boy or stop the harassment. The boy needed to be brought to heel.

{M}

Harry Potter

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Love, your mom

PS: Hermione let me know you all had the same book, you know the one. TLOR 1-6 +1 per R

{M}

Decrypted by Harry

Son, sorry for using the code. I hope you can read this. I decided to use the book your aunt caught in Hermione's mind that you also have. The magical world is so stupid; this might as well be in Klingon. They won't be able to solve it.

Your aunt and I had a good talk with a magical historian. Apparently, Dumbledore had a lover, Gellert Grindelwald. Yes, that bastard, another dark lord. They fought over the methods to force their wills on magical society. Both believed in a dystopian dictatorship view.

They justified it saying it was for the greater good. We think all the bullshit you face in the school is his plans to use you for this greater good. We fear that they will end with your death, so please be safe.

{S}

Albus was furious. First, the boy's mother was sending several owl messages to the boy. He could not understand them. Even Madam Pince had never seen this language. She was sure it was some language not used by magicals. She did notice it seemed to change with each letter.

He did not know if the boy was expecting the missives so he had to let the boy receive them. Having a ghost spy on the boy, the boy would write on the missives and then burn them.

Then he had to summon the boy to his office several times. Each time the boy blew him off. Harry threatened to let himself be expelled or summon the DMLE. Albus couldn't let either of those things happen.

Currently, four students were in the hospital wing from spell wounds. Several others had been hurt when Harry responded with cutting or piercing curses to any hex or jinx someone cast towards him no matter how minor. One jinx just turned the brat's robes pink.

The only thing the hazing did seemed to have done, was also not something the headmaster wanted. The brat seemed to use this to improve his reaction time to being attacked in an ambush situation.

On the plus good side; these incidents seemed to further isolate the boy. If only the isolation would pay dividends.

It had to pay sooner than later. For one of these times, Harry's retaliation to the bullying and attacks will hurt a student where Albus could not cover up what had been going on. Or, worse; he could only imagine what would happen if the brat actually killed a pureblood or worse a pure-blood scion.

The students were also slowly ratcheting up the level of spells toward the brat. Would it get to the point where Harry could challenge them to a dual; or cause light members to cast dark magic?

Both Harry and the other students needed to learn to forgive not escalate. After all, it was for the greater good but that is not what was happening. Even with that, Dumbledore was sure he was right, so he would not interfere. The last issue; is the boy's attitude in itself. His rage was growing. He wasn't despondent, he was pissed.

Harry just would not let go of his rage. This was a dark path that Albus had to turn him from. He had to think. If he hated magical Britain, he would never sacrifice himself for them. Albus had to ensure the brat would be the martyr the greater good demanded.

{N}

THE BOY WHO LIVED HAS MULTIPLE HOUSELINES

The Prophet has learned from the ministry that Lord Black has made the BWL his heir. An unnamed source there also confirmed that Mister Potter is the heir of an unknown ancient and noble house not listed. Therefore, Mister Potter has at least three noble lines. Will he get more?

{S}

At the entrance to the hospital wing, Harry met a very distraught-looking Gryffindor head of house coming out. "Mister Potter. What are you doing here?" Professor McGonagall asked. She was scared of what the boy would do when he heard about Hermione's state. Worse, how had the boy learned about the incident? Damn, Filius. He probably already told this raven. Albus was supposed to notify Potter.

"Hermione," Harry said and tried to go forward. The professor blocked him. McGonagall sighed deeply and a look of concern came over her, a look the student rarely saw. "Mister Potter, there's been an accident," she gently said and put a hand on top of his shoulder. "Your friend, Miss Granger, has been petrified."

"No!" he yelled and he rushed past the professor, and pushed through the doors, disappearing inside.

Across the room, the school nurse was trying to pull a very distressed Potter from the petrified Miss Granger. The boy was obviously furious.

"Minerva, help me," Pomfrey begged when she saw her friend. Harry was stronger than her.

"Poppy, let go and let me talk to him," McGonagall said as she put a hand on Pomfrey's arm to stop her. After a few seconds, Pomfrey nodded and slowly let go of the boy.

McGonagall pulled her wand and conjured two chairs, one behind him and the other next to it. She then sat down on the edge of the bed and lightly rubbed his back.

"Mister Potter," she gently said.

Perhaps this was unusual enough, she thought. "Harry," she called to him. He turned his head a little but still was mostly looking at Hermione.

"Harry, I know she's your friend…"

"Harry," she tried again. "She will be cured and back to normal soon."

"How soon?" he demanded.

Normally, she would have chastised a student for that attitude, but this was not a normal situation. "Professor Sprout says the Mandrakes can be harvested in about two months, maybe a little more. Then Professor Snape will brew the potion, which will take a few days. She should be back to normal in a day or less after that."

At that moment, Dumbledore came into the room. He had to stop until he could control his smile; glad that the mudblood was petrified. Neither he nor Severus understood why she wasn't already dead. Severus tried to poison the girl on a regular basis.

The sight of the headmaster pissed the boy off. He knew that the headmaster had done nothing for the petrified. "Where are the mandrakes, Headmaster Dumbledore?" Harry said still clutching Hermione's side. He did not want to cast the first spell today.

"Sorry?" Dumbledore asked though it was apparent the headmaster knew what the boy was asking about.

"The mandrakes," Harry repeated. He lifted his head and gazed at the headmaster. "The mature mandrakes that Neville and Hermione advised you to buy when the first student was attacked. The mandrakes are now out of season in Britain, so you will have to import them from overseas."

"Our mandrakes will be ready in mere months," said Dumbledore.

"That is bullshit!"

Dumbledore sighed. "I felt the school could ill afford the expense considering ours will be ready soon enough. The board, of course, would support me because none of the victims are purebloods. Merely mudbloods. Plus, there is the school's image I have to protect. That is more important than your friend or the other students."

Harry stood up and all eyes turned to him. Harry's face was seething in rage, his lips curled into a primal sneer. He realized that the headmaster had made a slip. He said mudblood, not muggleborn. The memory of this would be a front-page story in the Quibbler.

Harry stalked towards the assembled staff amidst complete silence from everyone else present.

"You fucking assholes!" Harry yelled.

"BUDGET CONCERNS!? IMAGE CONCERNS? YOU BASTARDS! YOU EVEN ADMIT THERE WOULD NOT BE ANY BUDGET CONCERNS IF ANY OF THESE

PEOPLE WERE PUREBLOODS! OR IS IT THAT SO FAR NO OF THEIR PARENTS COULD BE HERE YELLING ABOUT THE LACK OF TREATMENT?"

"YOUR PRIME DUTY IS TO HELP EDUCATE ALL OF YOUR STUDENTS. NOT JUST THE PUREBLOODS OR THE RICH! THIS IS SUCH UTTER BULLSHIT! YOU, THE FACULTY OF THIS SCHOOL DOE NOT APPEAR TO CARE IF THE STUDENTS YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE

FOR ARE LOSING MONTHS OF THEIR EDUCATION DUE TO THESE ATTACKS!"

"My boy, I assure you..." Albus responded going into politician mode by instinct.

"I AM NOT YOUR BOY! ALL YOU SEEM TO CARE ABOUT IS YOUR GREATER GOOD! YOU CAN TAKE YOUR BULLSHIT REASONS AND SHOVE THEM

WHERE THE SUN DOESN'T SHINE! SIR!" Harry snarled and swept past the adults.

"Mister Potter… where are you going?" McGonagall asked softly. She started to reach a hand out to him but seemed to think better of it and stopped halfway letting her arm fall back to her side.

"Have you at least identified whatever that has been attacking the students?"

"No, we still do not know what creature could do that. Same as last time." Minerva sighed. "Even Hagrid does not have a clue."

"Who died last time?"

"Myrtle Elizabeth Warren"

Myrtle, Moaning Myrtle. He thought. How stupid was the staff not to connect Moaning Myrtle with the chamber of secrets? He bet the entrance to the chamber was in her bathroom. The staff was either incompetent or uncaring.

"I am going somewhere you aren't, Professor," Harry scowled not bothering to look back. "If none of you can figure out what the bloody hell is going on here; I guess I will have to do it myself."

Thinking to himself. I will also buy the damn mandrake potion myself. Croaker surely had a source. But, only after the Quibbler article. He would also give Hermione the antidote himself. He did not trust Snape.

The staff was left gaping behind the two. "What just happened?" Pomfrey asked quietly.

"We were just told off. Mister Potter just stated how we as staff have failed these students." McGonagall said.

"It is necessary for the greater good, Minerva. We can ill afford for the outside world to know about our small problem. If they did; many might question my leadership. So, if a few students are sacrificed; that is a small price to pay." Albus said. He was pissed that the boy was right.

"If you are sure Albus?" Minerva asked.

"Yes, I am." He replied.

{N}

ALBUS DUMBLEDORE IS A PURE-BLOOD BIGOT!

We at the quibbler were incensed to see a memory from a student in the hospital wing of Hogwarts.

We have included it in our paper.

As you can see, Albus Dumbledore does not care about all students under his care. He also agrees with the pure-blood hatred of the first generational.

Luna Lovegood

Quibbler Correspondent