Chapter 7

Full Metal

Chapter 7

By: BigToFu

Looking around and making sure there was no one in the vicinity to hear, Blaise nodded to his two companions. They nodded back at him before erecting a few privacy charms. "He is far more powerful than he lets on," Blaise Zabini said after checking for privacy charms.

"How so?"

"I paid the pair of redheads 2 gallons each to mess with his tryouts and he retaliated wandlessly from across the quidditch pitch," Blaise replied with a wave of the hand. "It was as if they froze in the air along with their brooms. Couldn't even dodge the bludger if they tried, their brooms didn't even fall out of the air."

"Interesting, and you say that Roy was the cause?"

Blaise nodded his head as he remembered the scene, "It's clear he is able to cast wandless. Not sure if anyone realized since it was the redheads and people thought it was a prank not retaliation."

"Then we shall keep watch, Parkinson has let slip to anyone who would listen to her that Malfoy has plans. I believe it's some form of retaliation due to that train incident."

"Ohh yes, that bit about Roy using vocal magic," Blaise replied a glint in his eyes. "Our deal still stands for the mechanism behind its working correct?"

"Of course, a deal is a deal."

Blaise rose to his feet with a nod, "Good."

Roy Mustang

History of Magic

October 31, 1991

Sitting in the back of history class, I had to hold back from smashing my head into the oak desk. It was so fucking easy and I couldn't believe I missed something so simple. Magical power taps have been a known thing for centuries, centuries, and I almost missed it.

Not only did I almost miss it, but I had completely forgotten that I was taught the process when I was added to the wards of our estate. The ward stones around the boundaries of the estate worked as a power source for both the wizard and the wards during times of siege.

I had seen the runes, the wards, and taught how to access the system in times of emergencies, yet here I was a buffoon for not realizing something so simple.

Ignoring the looks I was getting from my classmates, I conjured a piece of stone, a simple stone you could find beside any river or lake. Pulling out my transmutation rod or cosmic rod for those savvy in the ways of the weeb.

Back in my old life, the best way to munchkin the hell out of magic was to tap ley lines or convert kinetic energy into mana. Well, none of those will work because one, ley lines don't move around with the one it's tied to. And two, I just don't have the time to sit down and figure out a magical enchantment or system to capture and store kinetic energy before conversion, also no vibranium.

No, I didn't have any fancy battery system or metals at my disposal, what I had was the mind of a mad magical scientist. Tapping my chin I had to align what I wanted because when you narrowed it down, what was magic or mana or electricity for that matter?

If we really distilled it down to a singular point, all it really is was an energy that we used to bend reality to our wills. I knew the calculations like the back of my hand and with a transmutation energy conversion array, it was easy to perform the tried and true, E=MC², baby.

Matter decayed regularly and their atoms released energy without exploding all over the place. What I wanted to do was capture that released energy then convert it into something that I could safely absorb.

The flow rate wasn't especially high, but my little magical rock could now provide a steady flow of energy for centuries before it ate itself. Sitting in my seat with a manic smile spreading across my face, I embraced the warmth that was slowly flowing up my arm.

Then the thought of what I just did smacked me in the face, fuck, I just broke reality. I think I now know that not everything should be discovered or made. Damn, this might be how old Nick felt when he finished his philosopher's stone. Then again, he wasn't some mad teen bored in class when he created the world's most sought-after object.

Figuring out how to lock the enchantments and transmutations down took me another thirty minutes. That was right about the time the bell rang and I looked up to see Willow staring at me as if I was insanity given form.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her as I conjured a braided copper chain, "What?"

"You were giggling and muttering to yourself like a madman is what." She replied as she gathered her own things.

"Trust me, it's better if you don't know," I replied with a sigh, then I placed the unlimited magical talisman around my neck. Man, I'm gonna have to come up with a name for the bloody thing now. "Besides my eccentricities, have you finished that enchanting project I gave you?"

Willow took some time to look at me and I could tell that she was weighing her words before she spoke. "Yes, but I couldn't get it to focus on individual wounds. It also needs a lot of magic to power the enchantments."

My eyes widened at the news. "That's fine, it's your first attempt. What's the heal rate? Can you witness the rate of healing? Or does it need more than a few hours at a time?"

"If your magic is anything like the rumors then the rate of healing can be seen, but if it's not, then give it a few hours at most. It will drain you to magical exhaustion though so fair warning." Willow replied as we both walked down the hallway. We took a turn, through some doors and down the magical stairway.

"So what did you put the enchantments on and can I get it before the Halloween celebrations?" I asked, maybe a little too excited.

"Maybe later, I have it stashed upstairs since I was up all night working on it." Willow replied easily while looking around.

Not only did I know what day it was, but there was a strange underlying feel of tension in the air. This tension wasn't from Harry being all emo and broody because of the day. No the tension was coming from the teachers as if they felt that something was going to happen. I wasn't sure if they knew about Voldemort, because well, dark detectors, or if they were waiting for an attack.

Over the years after the fall of Voldemort, his death eaters had their raids on and off at odd times. People still lived in fear of them, but the head of the DMLE was trying to work on that. Since today was the day, I had also made it to make sure that big titty goth named Hermione was staying away from Harry and Ron.

Still couldn't figure out how those to knuckleheads became friends, but I gave no fucks. Harry was going to still be Harry no matter how I tried to interfere with things. I was just trying to make sure my people weren't in the line of fire when the troll situation went down later tonight. Willow and I talked about the enchanting she had done and I listened intently while waiting for her to give me the item.

The enchanting was just a test to see if she could get it done. While also being a payment for helping her out and then taking care of her little situation in the future. Since she had come through with the enchanting even if I haven't seen what she placed it on yet, I was at least willing to more than help her in the future.

We ignored the signing giant pumpkin as we headed into the great hall while looking around for our groupmates. We found Neville and Hannah first with a very interesting surprise. Hannah was sitting in Nevilles lap and even though the dude had a blush on his face he was clearly not stuttering while enjoying himself immensely.

Chuckling at that, I turned and noticed Willow watching Katie Bell from the Gryffindor quidditch team. Rolling my eyes at her, I gave Willow a nudge in the shoulder and tried to talk her into talking to Katie. Instead of walking over to talk to her crush, Willow blushed and pointed out Sue and Nym to get me to change course.

Like any red blooded male, I of course changed direction to the two I would surely be burying my bone into later. Rolling my eyes at Willow, I took a seat at the Hufflepuff's table to enjoy lunch. I was trying not to show it but my plans for later were still shuffling back and forth. I had to either face the troll to get it out of my school. Or I would have to follow the masses and leave it be and let the teachers handle it.

There were plenty of pro's and con's with both of those options. Besides those though was my main concern on my claim over the school. I didn't know when it had started but I had started to hear the voice of the school. I knew it was the school and not me going insane because when I was alone I got little nudges to areas that needed fixing. It also helped that the little house elves came to me with issues and I resolved what I could.

The little devils were calling me mister horsy, but it was that or some other asinine name they could have come up with. Sue noticed me sighing and resigning to my fate of facing off against the troll. I knew that even if I went to the dorms the school would reroute me to face them to protect the students. Or the house elves would transport me there to face the troll to protect the school.

"Why do you look so worried?" Susan asked, trying to figure out why I look so pensive. I couldn't tell her about the troll situation, but I did have another worry on my mind. Then again, I can't really share that one either.

"Hmm, thinking about that enchanting that Willow did for me," I replied trying to not make it seem like a big issue. "I'm trying to think up a few ways to power it. Then there is my personal project to keep magic from interfering with technology. You know, the usual worries."

"Yeah, must be tough trying to bring us witches and wizards out of the dark ages." Nym snarked from my right.

I faked a sigh at her, "It is pretty rough being this awesome. I just feel so sad letting down my fans you know."

"Ohh, shove off you tosser." Nym laughed as she gave me a light shove. Smiling at her, we fell into a bantering back and forth with Willow occasionally joining in. After a while of enjoying ourselves the bell rang and it was time for herbology.

On the way outside of the Great Hall though, I had to stop and make sure to remind Hermione to meet up with us after her Charms Class. It was that fateful day and I wasn't about to let canon or anyone/anything else take a swipe at her.

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Removing my herbology gear, I stashed them in the locker in the back before grabbing my pack and waited to the side. The rest of the class finished cleaning up their flubber weeds and changing before we all went back as a group. As we walked, I couldn't help but keep my head on a swivel as I took in the surroundings.

Nothing looked out of place, but there was a clear tension as I passed through the grand double doors into the school. Getting my game face on, I went inside, up to the boys dormitory of the Ravenclaw tower and dropped off my bag. Standing in my private room, I looked over my Hogwarts robes and my combat gear. The tower shield I was using at home to protect myself during my magical experiments was now a round one like Captain America's.

Next to that was a chest plate that went under the pits and wrapped around the back. Putting that on underneath my shirt, turning I shrunk the shield and placed it into my pocket. Picking up my Hogwarts robes, I put those on over my armor and then left my room. Sue caught me on the moving staircase on the way down to dinner.

Everything went smoothly and I was able to play off the tension of the situation. I laughed, I kissed and I joked. Looking up at the teacher's stand, I noticed Dumbledore looking at the missing teacher's seat. Of course Quirrell wasn't here, but that was alright since here he came running into the great hall.

BANG!

"TROLL, TROLL in the dungeons. Thought you might want to know." Quirrell then faked his faint and I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the twat.

Dumbledore stood up like some master of the castle, "Silence! Heads of house, please escort your charges back to their dorms, halloween celebrations have been canceled."

Snorting, I turned and looked at Sue from across the Great Hall and then gave Nym the same look. Turning, I got up to follow Willow out of the Great Hall and my line of sight just happen to roam over the Gryffindor's table, fuck. Releasing an air of frustration, I followed the Ravenclaws back towards the dorms when I felt a tug on my magic.

I knew that it could only be the school since that sensation didn't start until I had arrived here. Rolling my eyes, I then slipped away through one of the side doors on the fifth floor and found myself not on the second floor or in the dungeons.. I could only look up and roll my eyes as the school decided to teleport me around it's hallways.

Okay, I guess the troll wasn't in the dungeons anymore, or the second floor girls bathroom. Well, fuck me upside down and toss my salad. Squaring my shoulders, I pulled out my lightsaber, holding that in my left, I snapped my wrist and my wand popped out of it's holster as I snatched it in my right.

Wasn't sure where I was in the school, but fuck it. I strolled forward as if I owned the place, because well, I will soon. Walking through another door found me teleported to another side of the school and I looked outside the window before me. Looking down in the courtyard, I noticed the statue and figured out where I was. I was near the hufflepuff dorms, fuck.

Now I had a difenitive location and I wasn't about to fuck it up now. The school gave me another tug in a direction and I took off running. I burst through door after door until the stench of the XXXX level beast assaulted my nose. My dragonhide boots pounded across the marble flooring as I chased after the monster.

I passed portraits, I passed suits of armor and I got closer and closer to the hufflepuff's dorms, I was not fucking happy at all. I sprinted around a corner only to smack right into the backside of something massive. Catching my balance at the last second, I backpedaled as I took in the sight of what I hit. Huge grey slab like skin with odd bumps, troll, no, trolls because there were three of these fucking things.

Fucking, fucking, fucks, I was completely fucked, so instead of swining, I twisted and found myself back around the corner I had came from. I took a breath, then I took some more, I had to do this, I had to. Nerves hit me hard as I panicked for a brief second until the sound of destruction came from around the corner.

Fuck, it was either time to nut up or shut up, snapping the lightsaber to my belt, I pulled out my shield and transmutations rod. The shield instantly unshrunk for me as I donned it on my left arm. I then took a look around the corner to check the locations of the three mountain trolls, the stench was still far too overwhelming.

Gritting my teeth, I jammed the transmutation rod into the wall I was leaning against. Magic flowed and spikes erupted, stabbing into the trolls' flanks. The entire hallway had erupted into spikes from my transmutation, unfortunately for me, only one of the trolls was critically hit .

Putting the transmutation rod into my inner robe pocket, I then hefted my shield and took off at a sprint. Magic flooded my body, I had one image in mind, Marvel vs Capcom, Captain America's finisher, Hyper charging Star. A blue aura of magical energy surrounded my form as I barreled down the halfway.

My muscles, bones, eyesight, everything became enhanced as the rush of magic pumped through my veins. A thought flashed through my mind as I jumped launching myself into the chest of the second troll. This must be what it felt like winning the superpowered lottery. That was the thought I had in mind as I slammed into the chest of the troll rocking it off of its feet.

Magical aura blazed around me as I knocked over the troll, landing lightly on my feet. I dashed sideways and ran up the wall using my magic to stick to its surface. I snapped a spell at the third troll to keep it off balance before jumping off of the wall. My wand vanished back up my sleeve as the edges of my shield started to glow like the rest of my body.

Before landing on the troll that I had smacked over, I swung down hard with my left on its neck. The head rolled a way with a thump, but I was already moving once more. Had to keep moving, I learned that at the age of five when I asked my brother to cast stinging spells at me. Had to learn one way or the other and I would rather be in a controlled environment.

Again I was standing on the side of the wall as a magical outer frame to an arm formed at my side. Lashing out with a jab, I punched the downed troll in the jaw breaking its neck clean. Such a shame that such a XXXX beast had a glass jaw. There was a roar of rage behind me and I had a ohh shit moment.

Yes, quick ohh shit ran through my mind as I bolted off the wall and my wand found its way into my hand once more. A quick aguamenti charm had water flowing over the marbled floor, the troll looked down confused, but that didn't last long as I hit the water with my own custom spell. A frost nova erupted from the end of my wand freezing over the water, the troll's legs and half it's torso.

The reducto spell I sent at it bounced off it's chest and I honestly wanted to rage at the fucking monster. Rolling my eyes, I pumped magic back through my body as I readied another magical armor spell. A giant hand formed with an armor outline around it's outer edges, I twisted and put some hip into it as my hook took out the half frozen troll. After today, I was going to have to come up with a name for my magic armor spell, and nope, I couldn't use susanoo since that was already taken.

Danger, I translocated from my spot while bringing up an armored magical hand to catch the spell that was fired at me. The magical construct cracked as I used it to catch whatever spell that was. Growling, I turned to find out who had the fucking balls to sling spells at me only to find Dumbledore looking like he had run a marathon.

As I spotted him as the rest of the faculty came bounding around the corner with the rest of the school in tow. Dumbledores eyes were on the magical construct and I heard those fucking words leave his lips.

"Dark Magic."

"No, that's battle magic, Mister Dumbledore." I replied with steel in my voice.

"Why Mr. Mustang, that is Headmaster Dumbledore to you, now tell us what has happened here." Professor McGonagall inserted with an indignant huff. I gave them all a leveled look before deciding I wasn't having this shit right now.

Pulling out my notebook, I checked the communications tag and found that my grandpa was on his way. Susan had written to him and her Aunt, I looked over the rest of the party chat function and found that Nym had sent a message of her own. Good, it would seem that a law wizard was on his way with the head of the DMLE and house Mustang.

"Mr. Mustang, I asked you a question." Professor McGonagall said once more. Looking up, I found Dumbledore looking over the magical construct so I dismissed it while I placed my notebook back inside my robes.

"Whatever questions you have for me can wait for my grandfather since he will be using the floo network any second now."

"You will answer the questions and show some respect," Snape drolled, his voice slow, even and dry for any who were listening.

"I only show respect to those who have earned my respect," I hissed back at the manchild. Right as I finished speaking a patronus came flowing in through a wall to yell at Dumbledore.

"Albus, I'll be arriving soon and my grandson had better be okay."

Yeah, there was no holding back my cringe from the tone of his voice. Squaring my shoulders, I stood tall once more before flicking my wand. A quick scourgify cleaned me of the worst of the mess as I made my way through the throng of students. I did a quick check of my surroundings for some orientation, nodding my head as I figured out where I was. I walked towards the male loo: unfortunetly, someone wanted to be a fucking menece.

"The Headmaster's office is in the other direction." Snape spoke softly and I could feel the edge in his voice. Standing there shield on my arm and my wand in hand, I took in the measure of the man before me. Snape obviously knew I was sizing him up as I noticed the slight shifting of his weight.

Hard eyes looked into hard eyes and for the briefest of moments, the thought of destroying him right here and now flitted through my head. Two quick movements happened that caused a chain reaction. My wand snapped back into the holster on my forearm and my shield shrunk and slid up my sleeve. Snape's wand slid into his hand and he twitched clearly ready for action.

Smirking at my win, I brushed past him into the men's bathroom. A few quick wandless spells to make sure I wasn't tagged with any tracking or eavesdropping charms, I cast my own privacy spells in sequence to be doubly sure.

"Bippy, come here please." I said out loud as the adrenaline started to bleed out of my system. There was a soft pop and one of the Hogwarts elves appeared before me.

"Mr Horsie called for Bippy?"

"Yes, Bippy, I did call for you." I relied with a smile. "I need you to go get that rock the long whisker tried to hide."

Things were about to come to a head and there was no way I was about to just let Dumbledore get away with a philosopher's stone.

Bippy snapped his fingers and the stone appeared before me. For a brief second, I had a rush of greed, but I had to school that away because there were larger things afoot this night. Taking the stone from Bippy, I then pulled out a standard package box from inside of my robes. The philosopher's stone went into the box along with a letter I had prepared just for this occasion.

"Thank you Bippy, now can you tie this to my owls leg and ask her to deliver it please." I ask the little elf. I couldn't help but smile at the little creature, it was so easy to subvert them once the school started reaching out to me. I gave the elf a few headpatts and watched as his ears flopped all over the place before popping away to carry out the task I gave him.

If things went how I hoped, then not only was Dumbledore fucked, so was Quirrell and Snape. Too bad I won't be able to remove him from any other positions. Well, at least the stone was now far away from Dumbledore and Voldemort and on it's way back to its rightful owner, Nicolas Flamel.

Hmm, I wonder how he will react to the surprise visit from a law wizard and the head of the DMLE. Well, it was time to find out. Checking myself over and making sure that I was proper, I headed for the bathroom door.

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Heading down the hallway, I stood before the stone gargoyle before smiling at it. The gargoyle gave me a small bow before stepping aside and letting me into the office. I really wonder what they would think if they knew that this wasn't the real headmasters office. Snickering at that thought, I followed the stairs upwards while listening to the yells coming from behind closed doors.

"Trolls, Albus, that means more than one and you in your incompetence sent those kids out into a school with XXXX monsters instead of leaving them to hold up inside of the great hall. Hell, why didn't you take a few of the professors in pursuit of the beast. Or do like that bloody fucking title you like to bandy around, what's it called again Amelia?

"The Defeater of Grindelwald, or the man he who must not be named fear." Amelia Bone replied and her voice was so dry I thought she was going to ask for water.

"Yes, those fucking titles, instead you fucking did nothing and I had to hear about my sixteen year old grandson slaying three fucking trolls by himself!"

Walking through the alert ward set up before the door, I slipped inside to see my granddad red faced and screaming his head off. Looking past him, I noticed Amelia Bones standing off to the side with a neutral expression. I knew how hard it was for her having to hide that smug ass expression she liked to have on poker nights. Behind her was a team of Aurors suited and looking like they were ready for battle.

Amelia gave me a nod before turning back to face Dumbeldore with a neutral expression.

"You know what, I don't even want to hear it. Gather your shit because I have already called the school board of governors." Granddad was really getting into it when he noticed me on the edges of his magical sense. "Boy, come with me. Amelia, you have the run of the school. From the initial reports those monsters were slain by the Hufflepuff dorms, less than one hundred meters away."

The look Amelia gave Dumbledore was one that could have killed. Of course I didn't say shit as Gramps led me out of the room. The moment we reached the bottom of the stairs another door opened, allowing us to enter. A quick flick of my wand had a sign post conjured for Amelia Bones so she would be able to locate us after she laid into Dumbledore.

"Boy, did I not tell you to stay out of trouble?" My grandpa asked clear anger on his wizened old features. Before answering, I checked the room and our clothes for any tracking and listening spells. Finding none, I then conjured up a pair of comfortable chairs.

"Yeah, you did," I replied with a sigh. "But it wasn't all my fault though, murphy just wanted to fuck me over a barrel."

"How bad was it?" Gramps huffed at me in the private room. He looked around for a moment before taking a seat.

"Dumbledore is onto me, I found out that Voldemort is alive and I broke every known magical theory there is and created an unlimited magical source of power capable of linking to anyone the same way as a ward stone." I rattled off as I ticked things on my finger.

My grandpa looked at me stunned, he was as still as a statue and then his left hand started to shake. I said nothing as I pulled out that black orb that contained the soul shard from Harry's scar. It would seem that Gramps knew what it was as his eyes dilated before he deflated into his seat.

Sitting the dark shadowy orb down on the table, I then pulled out the talisman that provided me with unlimited magic. Making sure that they were separated, I then placed that down on the table.

"Ohh, and before I forgot to mention, we are descended from Lady Ravenclaw and I'm now the Heir of the house. Once I pass the test, I'll be the new Lord Ravenclaw." I added as a side note, pulling out the magical construct with our ancestor's instructions. "Ohh, and before I forget, that also means I am connected to the school somehow. Hogwarts has been giving me nudges and teleporting me around the school to solve some issues for her."

"WHAT!" Gramps shouted flying up onto his feet to loom over me. Wincing but trying to keep my face neutral, I cleared my throat.

"Yeah, like I said, Murphy was going to town on my behind." I replied trying to keep things light hearted.

"Okay, what do you mean by Voldemort's alive?" Gramps asked as he stared balefully at the shadowy orb on the table.

"Well, to be honest, he is alive for now." I replied as I also looked at the orb. "He won't be around now that there are Aurors inside of the school, but if I have my way. Then he will be dead before the year's out."

"So, you know what that is, do you?" Gramps asked, peering over at me.

"Yeah, I played enough Dungeons and Dragons to know what a phylactery is." I replied easily. "It's a common way for Liches to save themselves from death, but you see. If you read the Game Master books then you know the most common weakness of a phylactery."

"And that is?" Gramps asked, very invested.

"The issue is that splitting your soul leaves an anchor behind to keep you tethered to the world. And that anchor can be exploited with a bit of sympathetic magic," I replied a nasty grin on my face. "Doesn't matter the form or who he is currently possessing. Voldemorts a dead man once this bit of his soul gets tossed."

"So you got it all figured out do you?"

"Ohh hell no, today was just a target of opportunity," I replied with a shrug. A knock came from the door interrupting Gramps from saying any more. Getting up from my seat, I then dismissed the privacy spells I had up before opening the door.

Standing out in the hallway was Nym, Susan, Amelia Bone, Andromeda Tonks and her husband Ted Tonks the law wizard. On the other side of the hall was Harry with a pensive look on his face: unfortunately, Ron was right behind him, well shit.

A/N

Well, that happened...

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