Chapter 44

The days following his mutation's procurement vanished faster than greased lightning, and the little valuable free time that he still possessed soon disappeared under his twin's renewed demand for his regards—like a baby chick begging for attention—and the rapidly approaching Quidditch match.

Their study group was further enlarged with Hermione's addition, and each day his understanding of magic grew in leaps and bounds.

His companions buried their incredulity after watching him run through higher syllabus' a couple of times, simply taking it as something to be expected. While he wasn't friendly with them all, he felt fine studying in the library while sitting in their midst.

He was sure this might create some rumors when someone inevitably blabbers their mouth, but he wasn't concerned. Let the world think him the second coming of Merlin, he cared not.

It was untrue anyway. He was above Merlin.

Or well...he will be soon. With every passing day, his understanding grew and he came one step closer to that goal.

The theory that delved within each stream of magic soon began to correlate and make sense as a whole, though Transfiguration still became his most advanced subject, catching up to the Unforgivables' level. Within the time it took his first quidditch match to approach, Transfiguration was already sitting at Lvl 40.

When it finally touched the level, a most fascinating thing happened; an invisible button of understanding clicked in his brain and Harry found himself no longer needing a clear image in mind when transfiguring one form into another, his mind automatically calculating the finer points. With every passing day, he found himself pushing the boundaries of the main formula, needing fewer and fewer calculations for the simpler things.

It became almost instinctive really.

And thus it was—in the first week of November—that Harry finally managed to transfigure a brick into a fully functioning pistol, and pebbles into copper plated bullets encasing lead canisters and smokeless gunpowder.

Unfortunately, Harry wasn't yet skilled enough to perform permanent Transfiguration, and the gun didn't last for more than a couple of days before reverting back.

One of the things that Harry quickly understood was that every Transfiguration they were currently doing was on a very basic level...even he, having hit Lvl 40, hadn't quite managed to learn the true essence of Transfiguration that was meant to utterly change an object to its molecule level—making it permanent, unless a wizard purposely tempered or reverse transfigured it.

But he was still quite ahead of the rest—and by a large mile as well—having started on some of the OWL level exercises, which Lily had assured him was a very difficult feat for even fifth-year students.

Of course, while Transfiguration was ahead of the rest due to receiving a head start, the remaining subjects did not lull into stagnation. Ever since he gained the Prodigy perk, his already high talent received a major boost. Combined with his Lvl 49 Mana manipulation, he doubted there was ever a student who progressed on the path of magic faster than him...Yep, including Merlin.

By the time 19th of November hit—signifying the start of Quidditch season and their first match—Harry had managed to learn and level up most of the spells till fourth year.

Of course, that wasn't the only thing he'd been doing all this while.

The greatest thing about learning magic now—as compared to the month of September—was the ability to test his new skills to their full practical potential.

And while his day time may be packed, he found himself spending entire nights in the dungeon, recovering all his stamina with a gulp of a small bottle.

The month of November gave him enough time to do over a dozen rounds of dungeon busting, and Harry finally managed to completely clear not only the 2nd floor—with 5 accurate gunshots to the heads of the final Hufflepuff-controlled dungeon bosses—but also the third floor, where the opponents became dramatically more competent.

...And he had an intense suspicion that the fifth and seventh round would showcase this effect to an even greater level...

Yet, armed with a gun as he was, he found his lethality reaching an unparalleled level. Even when he was faced with two dozen competent wizards in the first round itself—all above level 25—he managed to make short work of them with two powerful weapons of destruction grasped in his hands.

The only real challenge came in the second round where—like each previous level—the room transformed into a jungle. This batch of opponents were smart. At least, smart enough to take cover behind vines and trees to safely take aim at him, and he was forced to rely on his Acrobatic moves more than he would've liked—experiencing a few very close calls.

Even though he knew it wouldn't be the end, at the time of the fight, the threat of death felt very much real to him.

This was where his new perk—Body Flicker—showed its true power.

Smart though they were, the young wizards had no answer to his flickering self that sped through the dungeon, the sudden banging shots being the only thing announcing their deaths as he traversed through the pseudo-forest like an actual wraith this time. A flickering spectre of death too swift and brutal to escape from.

Combined with his superhuman speed that now surpassed the 100 miles/hour threshold whilst mid-flicker, he was simply too much for a bunch of wizards-in-training. No matter how competent they may be.

It was here, in one of these dungeon runs—as he lay standing; marveling upon his might—that a sudden thought managed to intrude upon his giddiness.

While the thought brewed no small amount of discomfort in his heart, he realized that he could now easily kill his pre-Hogwarts self with little to no effort...

But the more discomforting thought was that his future self will most likely think the same of the present him six months later.

It evoked within him a very familiar dose of paranoia.

After all, even after a year or two, there would surely be opponents who could match the might of his future self...and what would Harry do if he met those opponents now?

It was a chilling thought that made him reconsider his previous stance on his mutation. Yes, manipulating the sexual desire might not work on every opponent on the field...but at least he may have a way to distract, or even bargain, with a female opponent if they turned out to be too powerful for him...

Moreover, its ultimate form at Lvl 100 was listed as Alpha level...sure, it may not be the highest level available in Gambler's Luck—and wasn't that a shame—but it was still bound to be plenty powerful...

And thus it was, the second week of November found Harry picking his target amongst his fellow Dueling team members—all of whom were female—to start leveling up his mutation.

If he understood his ability well—he believed he did—then it would be better to start with someone who already held some romantic feelings for him...

'Cho Chang.'

Over the last few weeks—with the Sage increasing his understanding—Harry had come to the conclusion that the reason for Cho's constant blushing and stuttering around him was neither due to any allergy—as he'd first believed—nor due to any fear...

It was because she wished to mate with him.

Well…maybe not that extreme yet, but her intentions regarding him were surely sexual in nature.

Something Harry was looking forward to exploring, even without his Pheromones manipulation. He would've already made progress towards it had his life not be so utterly jammed ever since he came into Hogwarts.

Still, he could most definitely make some time for the sole purpose of leveling up his mutation.

He wasn't truly attracted to the girl, he felt. Yes, she was pretty, definitely prettier than all of his classmates...except perhaps Daphne, Andrea, Susan, and Rose...

And she was certainly more developed than them physically…

The reason for his disinterest was not due to any fault of her—unless the females had some mysterious ability to control their physical growth—but simply because she couldn't hold a candle in front of Kara...or Melinda, or Agent Hill...and most certainly not in front of Natasha or Lily.

It truly was a shame that his interest could only be aroused by women much older than him, and he realized that could pose a frustrating problem soon...but not something he was willing to think about yet.

Cho would do well for now, until he grew up enough to attract older women...

Or until his Pheromones ability grew enough that he could seduce them, despite his age hampering him. And Cho could lend her help to prepare for that eventuality…

Thus it was, after a particularly tiring session of strategic dueling, Harry prepared to state his intention to Cho—having asked her to remain behind.

She accepted his request with a startled squeak and a deep red blush that extended down her neck...

Something that actually did manage to tweak Harry's interest slightly as he found his eyes traveling down her slender neck, observing the slight but noticeable bump on her chest, indicating her budding breasts...

"H-Harry?" Cho fidgeted under his stare, growing visibly distressed. "You wanted to...?"

"Kiss you, yes." Harry finished her sentence with a nod. "Are you ready?"

For a moment she just stared at him, uncomprehending.

Then her eyes slowly widened and she squeaked out a loud, "What!? I-I mean...Oh!"

She snapped her head down at her feet, visibly flustered and panicking, her restless hands not doing what to do.

He activated his mutation.

[Pheromone Manipulation] Lvl 1

He instinctively got a feel from her, and he realized he'd horribly misjudged the ability. It wasn't simply a passive hormones-enhancer as he'd first believed.

No, it was something entirely different.

Different than anything he'd ever felt before in fact, almost like he'd grown a new sensory organ out of nowhere; a combination of smell, touch, and taste all at once...

And all currently directed on Cho's body. There were multiple signals he could read from her, and his mutation quickly sorted it out, recalibrating it to the language he understood.

All the pheromones her body was currently producing were stark naked to his senses.

Her arousal…so clear to him, but completely unfamiliar to her.

This was actually the first time she'd engaged in anything sexual in nature—Harry soon concluded—smelling her nervousness at experiencing something so novel, something she'd always dreamed about in her mind, and it just happened to be her crush—the exact person she'd always dreamed about—that made her experience it...

But encasing all of this within itself was panic. Panic at experiencing something so wild that she'd only ever dared dream about it. Her dirty little secret—buried deep within the private corner of her mind—the memories of her lying in bed with her door shut, a finger pleasuring herself, pretending it was something different….

It was all supposed to be a dream.

Cho was panicking now.

And panic was something much more familiar to her…managing to fight the arousal to a standstill...

That is, until it gained reinforcement.

At Level 1, Harry found that all his mutation could do as of now was to send a weak wave of sex pheromones, increasing the arousal level of a target by a little.

But that little push was enough for Cho to take a deep breath and stop thinking of making a break for it. She wanted to do this. She needed to do this…or she'd never forgive herself.

But…

"B-but you aren't my..." She mumbled, growing inaudible with every word.

"Hmm?" Harry asked, taking a step closer.

"W-will you be my boyfriend then?" She mumbled again.

"Boy-friend?" Harry cocked his head, puzzled. "Am I not already?"

While he wouldn't consider her a friend at the level of Andrea, she was still a companion that he spent time with on a regular basis.

"Y-you you are!?" Cho exclaimed, her narrow monolid eyes widening. "I-I mean…of course!"

"Well then…let us start."

Ignoring her startled yelp, he took a hold of her chin with one hand, lowering himself by quite a bit to finally reach her lips.

She simply stood on the spot, frozen, as his lips finally met hers, his senses picking up a major spike in arousal as he began kissing her.

Her lips were soft, tender, warm and quite unresponsive.

Instead of enjoying his first kiss, Harry was getting irritated…especially when their noses collided in the midst.

[Skill Created: Kissing] Lvl 1

[Skill Leveled Up: Pheromone Manipulation] Lvl 2

Newborn instincts kicked in and he automatically adjusted his stance, tilting his head slightly to make more contact with her lips.

In his self-given quest of educating himself on sexual intercourse through the internet, he'd found that a kiss was supposed to mark a special relationship between male and female, brewing thoughts of affection and attachment.

Either he'd done something horribly wrong or Harry simply wasn't capable of feeling affection and attachment for a being whose loyalty wasn't unquestionable yet. For the only thing he felt for Cho was a slowly growing lust, and his wandering hands were the proof of it.

The girl once again stiffened in his arms as his hands cupped her palm-sized breasts through her Hogwarts uniform, pressing and getting a good, nice feel.

Her stiffening worsened as his movements grew more rapid and forceful, his mouth leaving hers to trial downwards; biting and sucking on her neck, fingers trying to unbutton her uniform.

"…I-I don't…think…" She broke away suddenly, eyes wide and body shaking.

Then she whirled around and took off, the sound of her feet slapping upon the ground, slowly fading away as she disappeared out of the room.

Harry blinked, confused. Her panic had quickly overwhelmed her arousal all of a sudden, too fast for him to do anything.

Yet, he didn't quite know why…at least, until Sage decided to offer its enlightenment and he felt his understanding grow.

'I went too fast.' Harry nodded slowly.

His goal had only been to kiss and manipulate her arousal…but her body had felt so soft and inviting within his arms that he'd let himself get a little handsy.

'Hmm…well, a good experiment nonetheless.'

Plus, he finally knew how to kiss! It was only a matter of time before he learned more.

Harry was happy to know he hadn't messed things up with Cho, as the next day she came to him herself—still blushing up a storm—asking if he needed her to stay behind.

And thus started his journey on leveling up his mutation and kissing skill.

While all of these events highlighted his life for the month of November, the biggest of them all was still the upcoming quidditch match. As they entered the third week of November, their practice sessions became drastically more tiring.

Quidditch was not a very physical game, so most of the time Harry's stamina barely dipped down below the 97% mark. In the last week however, Wood pushed them to their absolute limit, and even a game that was played entirely whilst sitting took a 5% chunk out of his total stamina.

Which may not seem much, but adding in his Endurance Perk, 5% of his stamina equated to the entirety of what his peers had.

The only reprieve they received was a day before the match, where Wood let them have as much rest as they wanted.

And then the opportune day was upon them.

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They were gathered in the locker room, all dressed up and ready. Harry's Nimbus shined in his grasp, its polished wood giving off an alluring scent.

They could hear the crowd outside, the incredible electrifying feel of a very special day. The excitement palpitating the air was unlike any, surpassing the Junior Dueling matches by a large mile.

After a few seconds of silence in the room, Wood cleared his throat. "Alright, boys. Lis—"

"And girls." Angelina Johnson cut in, standing just behind Harry's right ear, her warm breath tickling his neck.

Frowning, he shuffled to the side.

A few seconds later, she followed.

"And girls." Wood acquiesced, taking a deep breath. "This is it."

"The big one," Fred cut in, smirking.

"The one we've all been waiting for," His twin cawed.

"We know Oliver's speech by heart." Fred whispered to Harry, "It was the same last year, every time."

"Shut up, you two." Wood snapped, eyes glaring with a zealous intensity. "This is the best team we've had since ever! There's no chance of us losing. None."

He took another deep breath, clacking the wooden front of his broom to the floor like a salute. "Alright, let's do this. Everyone remember the plan? Yes? Good. And Harry, are you sur—"

"I am indeed." Harry gave him a half-lidded stare. "I don't need Fred and George to guard me like a puppy."

The twins and Andrea snickered beside him as Wood held up his hand in surrender. "Alright, alright. You've convinced me in the last practice session, I have no complaints now. But if you're feeling…nervous, or not up to par, there's no shame in calling for the Weasle—"

"I feel perfectly fine, Wood." Harry cut him off again. "I doubt this game will last more than twenty minutes."

Wood chuckled. "Confident, good. I like it."

"Well then…let's go."

Standing in the reserves, Andrea joined them in their march out of the locker room and onto the field.

A loud wave of cheer from the roaring crowd drowned their world, and Harry could see Gryffindor banners being raised high in the air. The stadium was massive, easily as big as any he'd seen in America, divided into four sections according to the houses.

Harry's eyes took in a different banner in the midst of Gryffindor; colored according to their house shades, Harry's name was twinkling brightly upon the banner. It wasn't the only one either; he could see a 'Harry is our king' banner, a 'Harry Potter for president' banner, and a 'The-Lion-Who-Flies' banner that had his portrait stuck above it.

"That is…cute." Harry smiled slightly, noticing his group of friends and twin beneath one of the banners.

"Good luck, Ree-Ree." Andrea patted his shoulder from the side.

Frowning, he glanced back at her. "That one may be the weirdest yet."

"I'm glad you liked it!" She waved at him once more, before separating away from the group at the edge of the field, taking shelter beneath one of the technical areas—ready to fly in as a substitute.

"Everyone line up!" Madam Hooch—their referee for the game—gave a shrill whistle. "I want a nice clean game from you all. I've been given permission to ban a player if I felt the need, so be on your best today."

Quest [A Terror in the Skies II] in Progress!

Win the Quidditch match ( )

Win with a goal difference of 100 or more ( )

Win with a goal difference of 200 or more ( )

Win without causing any fouls ( )

"Now, mount your brooms! And take your positions in the sky!"

They followed the instruction, and like a single unit, 15 brooms rose up to the skies, quickly spreading out in the air. And like always, a euphoric sense of freedom bubbled within his chest.

"Lead Chasers, come to the middle for Quaffle toss!"

Angelina Johnson went ahead, facing off against Adrian Pucey.

The boy gave a nod to Angelina, eyes flickering at Harry for a second in discomfort.

Madam Hooch soon gave another shrill whistle, tossing the Quaffle high in the air and signaling the start of the match.

Both the Chasers went after the Quaffle at once, and he could hear Jordan's running commentary in the background.

"And the Quaffle is won immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor—what an excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive, too—"

"JORDAN!"

"Sorry, Professor."

Harry cut them off, along with the roaring crowd, shifting his focus entirely upon the game.

His job was quite unusual for a Seeker, but they'd planned this ahead in advance. After realizing that Harry was excellent in all the positions, Katie Bell had proposed the idea of him helping out in the game until he catches sight of the Snitch.

The idea was quickly shot down by Wood, but Harry had become too enamored with it by then. Especially considering the Snitch sometimes liked to be needlessly petty and hide in someone's pocket for the first hour or two of the game.

In most of the matches, rarely would the Snitch show itself until the game had progressed past half-an-hour at least.

Thus the idea had been birthed; help increase their score tally for the first twenty minutes before going Snitch-chasing. It truly was a shame that a Seeker cannot handle the Quaffle directly, or Harry would've acted as a temporary fourth Chaser to really push their team forward.

Nonetheless, he leaped at his job with enthusiasm, his broom blasting towards his opponents.

How could someone help their team score without being allowed to touch the Quaffle? By being a nuisance.

The enemy beaters targeted him at once, completely ignoring the chasers. And with Fred and George ordered to stay away, Harry had full reign over his situation…

He tore through the air as the opposing beaters readied themselves to start sending balls of doom at him.

When the first Bludger came booming towards him, he had managed to maneuver his position with precision, walling up directly in front of the enemy Seeker. He didn't know the boy whose vision he blocked, but the boy would surely remember him as Harry suddenly moved out of the incoming Bludger's path.

The Seeker gave a loud squawk, his searching eyes shifting from the horizon and turning panicked as they landed upon the Bludger. But there was no way to avoid the impact, even with his slightly impressive reaction speed as he tried to dodge.

The Bludger took him on the shoulder, almost unseating him completely, while Harry flew off into the horizon.

"And would you look at that!? This is why they left him undefended! What a brilliant move from the Gryffindor Seeker! The Slytherin Beater is left scratching his head as their Seeker now barely hangs onto the broom with his nails…"

Harry moved on, the loud cheers of the crowd falling on deaf ears.

For the next dozen minutes or so, he continued onto his plans; harassing the enemy Chasers by blocking their vision, directing the Bludger at everyone, and even saving a goal by placing himself in the middle of Flint's shot.

The Slytherins cried foul but Hooch let him have it. After all, he wasn't actually handling the Quaffle, simply placing himself in its path.

That was no foul, as far as their referee was concerned. And that was all that truly mattered here.

With him playing a vital assisting role, the Gryffindor Chasers soon wrecked all three hoops of Slytherin with goals after goals. Their Chasers were often too busy avoiding him to properly put up a solid defense.

It wasn't only his flying skill that was causing so much problem for the Slytherins. It was also his broom, that was quite honestly, a very unfair advantage.

But then again, Quidditch—he'd realised soon enough—was a very unfair game. Especially school level Quidditch, where money made a real difference between each player. You could only hope to keep up if you either have plenty of skill…or plenty of money.

Unfortunately for the Slytherins, he had both.

And thus he continued his unusual form of harassment with a very high success rate.

Of course, there were rules that he had to consider when turning physical. While being an eye-sore was fine, he could not purposely collide with the enemy player. While mirroring a rider to give them a surprise bludger was fine, he could not physically stop them from dodging or moving in any way. And while stopping or redirecting a Quaffle was fine, he could not intentionally touch it or grab it in any way. Not even catch it upon the crook of his elbow.

So Harry had to stay careful at all times when performing these maneuvers. And he did so, without any problem.

Wandless magic was quite an asset, wasn't it?

Out of them all, he targeted the Seeker the most. He wanted to say he was doing so as a preemptive move to take out the opposition but that simply wouldn't be the truth.

The boy had usurped the Midgets position as Slytherin Seeker. The morose girl had tried to seem happy at avoiding Harry, but he knew she was sad to not play alongside him—even if they were in opposite teams.

And so, Harry did his very best to show how incompetent their current Seeker truly was.

He made fake dives for the Snitch, leading the Seeker upon a destructive path of collision with his own teammates. He made him a constant target of his Bludger redirections…most of the time having to plot with Fred and George; blocking the Seeker's vision and holding him in place with wandless magic right when one of them won a shot at the Bludger.

The boy did complain to Hooch about someone using magic on him from the audience, but apart from teachers she did not believe anyone capable of targeting a flying opponent.

The end of the match came quite anticlimactically. Their score tally was 90-20 when Harry finally spotted a golden flicker at ground level.

There was no way for his opponent to catch up, having placed himself too far away to remain out of Harry's range, and his dive remained mostly undisturbed until Flint decided getting a foul was better than losing the match, and physically rammed himself at Harry's side.

Harry's path did not change, and a subtle elbow to the stomach blasted the larger boy away.

With wind whipping past his ears like a roaring jaguar, Harry's Nimbus dived straight down at the golden flicker before it could slip away. Barely a couple of meters above the ground his fingers closed in upon the tiny ball of gold and he pulled away, bringing a quick end to the game and evoking an ear-split roar of cheer from the Gryffindors.

Quest [A Terror in the Skies II] Completed!

Win the Quidditch match (X)

Win with a goal difference of 100 or more (X)

Win with a goal difference of 200 or more (X)

Win without causing any fouls (X)

Rewards:

4000 XP

His teammates quickly surrounded him, utter joy and exhilaration upon their faces as they landed on the ground, all coming over to pat his back…though Angelina's hand lingered for a second too long, making him wonder if it was anything related to that day.

Still, the celebratory mood quickly eclipsed everything else and they soon retired back to the locker room to properly enjoy the fine day.

At the end of the day, when all began dragging their exhausted bodies back to their dorms, Harry cornered Katie, delivering the same offer as Cho.

"But...aren't you with Cho?" She whispered, her widened-eyed narrowing down in suspicion.

Harry blinked, utterly bewildered. "No? I am with you."

He glanced back just to confirm. Nope, they were alone.

"Oh...it's just that she was going around bragging in the class about kissing you..." Katie shrugged, a hesitant smile curving up on her face as her cheeks went a familiar shade of red. "Well, it's none of my business."

She giggled, letting herself be taken in his arms.

They spent the next two hours snogging in the corridors, and Harry managed to progress as far as getting her to remove her shirt. Unfortunately, she was wearing a white camisole underneath and it was too late to explore further.

Fortunately, the little peek that he got let him know that she was definitely more developed than Cho. Her breasts filled up his hands comfortably, and his fingers dug into the bouncy flesh of her butt when he gave it a good squeeze, unlike Cho's where he genuinely felt like he'd touched her hip bone through her butt.

She was definitely less hesitant about what she wanted as well, and Harry found himself enjoying his session with Katie much more than Cho.

That didn't mean he let go of the latter of course.

Over the next couple of weeks, he thoroughly experimented with his mutation. The rapidly growing Kissing skill was just a side effect, nothing more.

And between regularly snogging two girls—though Katie wanted to keep it a secret, which was weird—progressing further in magic, busting some more dungeons, November passed for him as quickly as it had come.

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The month of December brought Harry an unexpected visitor. He'd been in the middle of the Defense class when the summons came, a 3rd year student acting as his messenger.

"Sir, the Headmistress is asking for Harry Potter. She said it is very urgent."

Snape's eyes flickered once, before he gave a curt nod and waved him off. "Potter, out."

Harry quickly packed his things, ignoring the curious questions from his companions, before taking off with the boy in a quick march.

"Any reason?" Harry asked the boy absently, wondering about any rule breaking he'd done recently.

Well...there were too many to count, but the ones others knew about were low. As low as none, in fact.

"What? Oh! N-no sir...I mean...ahh...Potter." The boy babbled, struggling to keep up.

Two years older he may be, but Harry was still taller.

The boy left him upon reaching the Gargoyle corridor...giving him the password 'Sherbet Lemon'.

A little unusual, considering the headmistress' personality, but It was his first time here so he reserved his judgment. For all he knew it could be permanent, passed down since the age of the founders.

'Did they even have anything resembling Sherbet Lemon then?'

All such thoughts deserted him soon, as he went up through the moving staircase, traversing through the Gargoyle corridor to come face to face with the statue of Griffin.

"Sherbet Lemon." Harry announced, and the statue moved aside.

The moment he stepped inside, a shower of shocks wrecked his mind; some welcome and some very unwelcome.

[Dungeon Discovered: Gryffindor Dungeon]

He didn't have the proper time to react as his eyes fell upon the one sitting behind what he assumed to be the Headmistress' chair.

"Ah, Mr. Potter." Minister Dumbledore's unwelcome face smiled, eyes twinkling from behind a pair of half-moon spectacles. "We were waiting for you."

"Harry." Lily whispered, quickly approaching him in visible distress. James was present as well, standing just behind her, giving the Minister a death stare.

"That will be all, Minerva. Though if I may trouble you a little, an Apple pie for our American friend here would be quite appreciated, I'm sure."

He didn't even notice the headmistress walking out of her own office like a dismissed student as his eyes finally fell upon the last member of the assembled group.

"Hello, Harry." Ares smiled. "Or would you prefer Mr. Potter?"

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AN: Done! Did you enjoy it? Yeah? Well let me know in the reviews!

Yeah, ik. Took a real long time to get this out. Was dealing with some irl stuff so wasn't able to give much attention to writing.

Now some thoughts on this chapter: The Halloween is over, Harry's got a new power, and he's already started playing the game. Hope no one's annoyed by him doubt-timing Cho and Katie. He genuinely doesn't understand why he should owe Cho any sort of loyalty. Does this make him clueless? Sure. That's just his character though, and it'll take some time to grow. You'll actually get a minor 'loyalty' arc hidden between plot soon.

Also, I really glossed over the quidditch match but doing anything more would've taken a lot of time and words. I'll write a genuinely complete match—with Jordan's unique charm of commentary and all—for his final match of the year.

Finally, Ares is here and there's some talking incoming. Comment down your thoughts and I'll see you all in the next chapter!

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