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As Bruce left the Headmaster's office, a hidden figure revealed himself from behind a bookshelf.

"Do you think it wise to voice our suspicions to a child?" A condescending voice hisses.

"Severus, I don't think you understand how impressive that boy truly is." Dumbledore answers with a shake of his head.

"I concede that the boy is perceptive. Though that seems to be all there is..." Snape says venomously.

"You will find soon enough that Mr. Wayne will make the greatest ally in our struggles." Albus says as he looks over at Snape's sleeve. "Speaking of our future struggles, has the mark changed?"

Hearing the Headmaster's question, Severus rolls up his sleeve, revealing a faded tattoo of a snake and skull.

The Dark Mark.

The mark that connects Voldemort to his followers, which is concrete proof that the Dark Lord Voldemort still lives.

The night Harry was said to kill Voldemort, the mark on Snape and every other surviving Death Eater dimmed, but did not disappear.

Studying the mark after Voldemort's fall, Albus found that it should have faded completely, but didn't because the Master of it was still alive in a state of pseudo death.

This then put Dumbledore on the path of finding what could stop someone from passing on, and he has a few guesses but no hard proof as of yet.

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Leaving Dumbledore's office, Bruce sent a letter to Alfred telling him to get the house started and put some money aside for his support of his new teacher.

He knew that it would be best to flood the light party's coffers with as much gold as possible, but he needed to first figure out how to make that deal with the Goblins.

'Maybe they have access to muggle banks?' Bruce thought.

For such a greedy race of beings, Bruce wouldn't put it past them to have muggle bank accounts, which would make everything easier. Bruce would just have to wire the money at that point.

If not, then he would have to find a way to ship over hundreds of millions of dollars. Maybe even Billions, depending on how much Dumbledore's party needs.

Which would be horribly annoying.

After sending the letter, Bruce made his way to the Library, where he saw Hermione pretty much teaching Harry and Neville, who dutifully followed along.

'This is how Harry Potter should have been. Not that waste of time and potential in the movies.' Bruce thought as he joined them.

-Two Days Later-

By the time Monday came around, the first day of classes finally arrived.

Throughout these two days, Bruce has been doing his best to start his group down the path of magic.

Excluding Ron Weasley, as he still refuses to go anywhere near his school books, not to mention the library. Even mention studying to the boy and he runs like a Vampire from sunlight.

Bruce won't always have time to hold everyone's hand and lead the study group, as he has his own goals to work on, so he's been trying to get them on a schedule and mold Hermione into his right hand. If he's not there, then she would be in charge.

Not only has Bruce been helping them with their studies, but they've also joined him in his morning exercises. Even Hermione joined the boys when she found out about it. She didn't really care about exercise and just wanted to be included.

Though, after the first day of exercise, all of them were dead tired and Ron quit halfway through, returning to the Great Hall to stuff his face before anyone woke up.

It's safe to say he didn't show up to any other morning exercises after that. His unwillingness to study and exercise seems to have excommunicated himself from their group in a way.

80% of their day is spent exercising and studying so Ron has been spending a lot of time playing around with the other Gryffindors, which bothered no one except maybe Harry.

Though they haven't had the time to get very close to one another yet, so he wasn't that bothered by it.

'Maybe the Golden Trio will still exist in this world? It just won't include Ron...' Bruce thought.

It's safe to say that Bruce has established himself as the sort of leading figure of their little group, which was his plan all along.

That Monday morning, Bruce, Harry, Neville, and Hermione woke up bright and early as usual. Potions class was scheduled for rather early, so Bruce decided to give them a break from their exercises today.

After their morning rituals were finished, they all met up in the common room and left for class together.

None of them remembered the sleeping redhead, who was muted by Bruce once again last night. He refused to go to the nurse and get something for his snoring, so Bruce was forced to do it.

The four Gryffindors arrived at the classroom earlier than everyone, including the teacher himself.

Soon enough, the class began to fill with students, who began chattering as they sat in front of their steaming cauldrons. They shared this class with the Slytherin first years, so there was this odd tension in the air between each house.

Especially between Bruce's and Draco's groups, who seemed to always keep an eye on each other.

Suddenly, the door slams open and Professor Snape comes rushing in with his robes billowing behind him, like a crooked-nosed bat.

"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class!" Severus sneers as he stands before the class.

'Foolish wand waving? Didn't he want Quirrell's job as DADA Professor?' Bruce thought.

"As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making. However, for those select few-" Snape gives the Slytherins in the room a smirk. "-who possess the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death."

While Professor Snape is pausing for dramatic effect, the door cracks open, and in pops a mane of ginger hair. Seeing this, Snape sneers and gestures to the door.

"Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confidant enough to arrive late to my class."

Pulling out his wand, Severus gives it a wave, and the door slams open, revealing the student to be Ronald Weasley.

"Great, a Weasley. I see I'll have the displeasure of teaching another of your ilk."

[A poor homeless old man stands before you. He's dressed in rags and holds an empty tin cup forward, waiting for a good person to show him kindness. A cardboard sign hangs around his neck which states 'WILL SUCK D*CK FOR POWER STONES']

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