Second year.

Our classes didn't change too awful much mostly we just got upgraded to a different greenhouse to work with newer more precious plants. Our classes started us on more difficult spells and wand work. Which were still cake for me and the girls.

Hermione and Hannah had joined in on some of our training regiments. As I was still teaching the girls in my spare time and also learning from the flamels. My spare time also had a new hobby which consisted of me doing experiments on peter.

It was slow at first like making little runs tattoos that can do specific things like a rune formation that can open lock like the Alohamora spell. Of course I could do this with my wand or wandless but I wanted to see if the runes could be activated and used and what the limits were. People of this world don't do runic tattoos. So I figured if I could get them going I might actually be able to sell some of the ideas off.

Sometimes I failed and had to do some light surgery mostly involving me just cutting a chunk off of peter and pouring on a potion to fix the skin.

"You know I'm actually quite kind keeping you healed up like this. These potions are rather expensive." I tell the terrified man whose skin was regrowing and being stitched back together.

I didn't get any kind of response from him since I had him silenced so I could listen to some music while I worked. That and the screams are rather annoying to listen too.

Me and ole petey boy had worked out a nice program. He does the testing I need him too and he gets good food and pain relief potions. I get proper results. If he doesn't cooperate he gets shitty food, no pain killers, and force fed potions like veritaserum and made to tell me what I want to know. If I have to use the imperius curse on him or do extra work. He gets slapped with a torture curse for wasting my precious time.

He learned really quick that if he wants and semblance of a good time here that all he has to do is cooperate like a good little test subject.

He even gets nice upgrades to his cell like a comfortable bed and clean clothes and blankets. I have one of the house elves from the school make sure he's clean and doesn't stink and everything is fine.

Good ole fashion Stockholm syndrome at its finest.

I run medical check ups on him and make sure things are going well, I feed him good food, he gets a nice place to sleep, most of the time the tattooing of the runes is just a minor pain for him. However he's not allowed to plead or beg or try to reason with me in any way shape or form or it quickly becomes very unpleasant for him. If he tries to use his animagus for it becomes unpleasant for him. If he tries to escape or try to fight me. It's much nastier.

I've also taken to studying his dark mark. It's got quite a few nifty features built in. There's a summoning feature like being able to apparate to the place the mark was pressed, its made in parcelmouth magic so only people who know parceltongue can really unravel it. It lets Voldemort steal magical power to power himself like a kind of parasite. It's an ingenious piece of magic.

I enjoy taking it apart to learn more. I'm wondering if he could have put some kind of compulsion charms on it and made his followers even more loyal. But it seems he didn't go that far instead he just used torture and fear to rule. How time consuming.

As for Voldemort himself he wasn't having much good luck in the darker parts of the world finding allies. His death eaters had all been killed, his reputation of being defeated by a baby killed off potential allies, his disgust for the darker creatures and referring to them as things made it hard to get help from vampires or werewolves. The only reason the werewolves helped him out was mainly because Fenrir greyback was under his control and kept them in check. Fenrir was dead.

He tried to brag about killing off dumbledore only to have that backfire when I made a public appearance as the old geezer and started talking about my lovely retirement. This really set him on edge because he figured out he was being watched but he didn't know how or by who. So he fled into hiding once again. So labeled as a liar and a coward he lost many opportunities to find allies.

The biggest candidates he had were old Nazi war wizards. I quickly put a stop to that by putting bounties on their heads, massive bounties. Old bounty hunter and dark wizard hunters quickly got word from the goblins about this lovely prize and set off to earn some money. These were people like mad eye moody who lived to kill dark wizards. It was a great thing to watch kind of like cops and robbing but with more gore and bloodshed.

So other than my extracurricular activities I had a relatively normal year at school. I got perfect grades, I got to use my hoverboard to play around on the quidditch field whenever I wanted. It counted as a broom so I was allowed to use it in second year. Dunno why they let kids have this kind of stuff though for some reason it's like giving a more dangerous car to children. Oh well.

Our house didn't participate in quidditch since we didn't like playing it really and the rest of our house was first years so. We opted out.

With no Lockhart or basilisk prowling the school the year was enjoyable. I mean in the books that whole year was literally Lockhart being fucking stupid and people getting petrified and calling Harry the heir of slytherin. That's it. I mean granted I am the heir of Slytherin now but that's beside the point.