The Ascension

Chapter 18: The Ascension

Professor Lupin wasn't there when they arrived at his first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson. They all sat down, took out their books, quills, and parchment, and were talking when he finally entered the room. Lupin smiled vaguely and placed his tatty old briefcase on the teacher's desk. He was as shabby as ever but looked healthier than he had on the train, as though he had had a few square meals.

"Good afternoon," he said. "Would you please put all your books back in your bags. Today's will be a practical lesson. You will need only your wands."

A few curious looks were exchanged as the class put away their books. They had never had a practical Defense Against the Dark Arts before, unless you count the memorable class last year when their old teacher had brought a cageful of pixies to class and set them loose.

"Right then," said Professor Lupin, when everyone was ready. "Please follow me."

Puzzled but interested, the class got to its feet and followed Professor Lupin out of the classroom.

"Stay close to me. The last two defence teachers were dangerous and didn't have the best interest for us. Professor Lupin looks okay at least but I don't want to take a risk regarding your safety." Harry whispered to Tracey and Daphne. Both nodded, seeing that he was very serious.

Professor Lupin led them along the deserted corridor and around a corner, where the first thing they saw was Peeves the Poltergeist, who was floating upside down in midair and stuffing the nearest keyhole with chewing gum.

Peeves didn't look up until Professor Lupin was two feet away; then he wiggled his curly-toed feet and broke into song.

"Loony, loopy Lupin," Peeves sang. "Loony, loopy Lupin, loony, loopy Lupin -"

Rude and unmanageable as he almost always was, Peeves usually showed some respect toward the teachers. Everyone looked quickly at Professor Lupin to see how he would take this; to their surprise, he was still smiling.

"I'd take that gum out of the keyhole if I were you, Peeves," he said pleasantly. "Mr. Filch won't be able to get into his rooms."

Filch, caretaker, was a Hogwarts bad-tempered squib who waged a constant war against the students and, indeed, Peeves. However, Peeves paid no attention to Professor Lupin's words, except to blow a loud wet raspberry.

Professor Lupin gave a small sigh and took out his wand.

"This is a useful little spell," he told the class over his shoulder. "Please watch closely."

He raised the wand to shoulder height, said, "Waddiwasi!" and pointed it at Peeves.

With the force of a bullet, the wad of chewing gum shot out of the keyhole and straight down Peeves's left nostril; he whirled upright and zoomed away, cursing.

"Cool, sir!" said Dean Thomas in amazement.

"Thank you, Dean," said Professor Lupin, putting his wand away again. "Shall we proceed?"

"He is already better than Quirrell and Lockhart." Harry murmured.

"That is quite a low bar to set." Daphne snorted.

They set off again, the class looking at shabby Professor Lupin with increased respect. He led them down a second corridor and stopped, right outside the staffroom door.

"Inside, please," said Professor Lupin, opening it and standing back.

The staffroom, a long, paneled room full of old, mismatched chairs, was empty except for one teacher. Professor Snape was sitting in a low armchair, and he looked around as the class filed in. His eyes were glittering and there was a nasty sneer playing around his mouth. As Professor Lupin came in and closed the door behind him, Snape said, "Leave it open, Lupin. I'd rather not witness this."

He got to his feet and strode past the class, his black robes billowing behind him. At the doorway he turned on his heel and said, "Possibly no one's warned you, Lupin, but this class contains Neville Longbottom. I would advise you not to entrust him with anything difficult. Not unless Miss Granger is hissing instructions in his ear."

Neville went scarlet. Jasmine glared at Snape; it was bad enough that he bullied Neville in his own classes, let alone doing it in front of other teachers.

Professor Lupin had raised his eyebrows.

"I was hoping that Neville would assist me with the first stage of the operation," he said, "and I am sure he will perform it admirably."

Neville's face went, if possible, even redder. Snape's lip curled, but he left, shutting the door with a snap.

"Now, then," said Professor Lupin, beckoning the class toward the end of the room, where there was nothing but an old wardrobe where the teachers kept their spare robes. As Professor Lupin went to stand next to it, the wardrobe gave a sudden wobble, banging off the wall.

"Nothing to worry about," said Professor Lupin calmly because a few people had jumped backward in alarm. "There's a boggart in there."

Most people seemed to feel that this was something to worry about. Neville gave Professor Lupin a look of pure terror, and Seamus Finnigan eyed the now rattling door knob apprehensively.

"Boggarts like dark, enclosed spaces," said Professor Lupin. "Wardrobes, the gap beneath beds, the cupboards under sinks. I once met one that had lodged itself in a grandfather clock. This one moved in yesterday afternoon, and I asked the headmaster if the staff would leave it to give my third years some practice.

"So, the first question we must ask ourselves is, what is a boggart?"

Hermione put up her hand. Jasmine and Harry shared an eye roll from across the room. It was becoming their thing.

"It's a shape-shifter," she said. "It can take the shape of whatever it thinks will frighten us most."

"Couldn't have put it better myself," said Professor Lupin, and Hermione glowed. "So the boggart sitting in the darkness within has not yet assumed a form. He does not yet know what will frighten the person on the other side of the door. Nobody knows what a boggart looks like when he is alone, but when I let him out, he will immediately become whatever each of us fear."

"This means," said Professor Lupin, choosing to ignore Neville's small sputter of terror, "that we have a huge advantage over the boggart before we begin. Have you spotted it, Miss Zinan?"

Trying to answer a question with Hermione next to her, bobbing up and down on the balls of her feet with her hand in the air, was very off-putting, but Jasmine had a go.

"Er - because there are so many of us, it won't know what shape it should be?"

"Precisely," said Professor Lupin, and Hermione put her hand down, looking a little disappointed. "It's always best to have company when you're dealing with a boggart. He becomes confused. Which should he become, a headless corpse or a flesh-eating slug? I once saw a boggart make that very mistake, it tried to frighten two people at once and turned himself into half a slug. Not remotely frightening."

"The charm that repels a boggart is simple, yet it requires force of mind. You see, the thing that really finishes a boggart is laughter. What you need to do is force it to assume a shape that you find amusing."

"We will practice the charm without wands first. After me, please... Riddikulus!"

"Riddikulus!" said the class together.

"Good," said Professor Lupin. "Very good. But that was the easy part, I'm afraid. You see, the word alone is not enough. And this is where you come in, Neville."

The wardrobe shook again, though not as much as Neville, who walked forward as though he were heading for the gallows.

"Right, Neville," said Professor Lupin. "First things first: What would you say is the thing that frightens you most in the world?"

Neville's lips moved, but no noise came out.

"Didn't catch that, Neville, sorry," said Professor Lupin cheerfully.

Neville looked around rather wildly, as though begging someone to help him, then said, in barely more than a whisper, "...Professor.. Snape."

Nearly everyone laughed. Even Neville grinned apologetically. Professor Lupin, however, looked thoughtful.

"Professor...Snape, hmmm...Neville, I believe you live with your grandmother?"

"Er...yes," said Neville nervously. "But I don't want the boggart to turn into her either."

"No, no, you misunderstand me," said Professor Lupin, now smiling. "I wonder, could you tell us what sort of clothes your grandmother usually wears?"

Neville looked startled, but said, "Well... always the same hat. A tall one with a stuffed vulture on top. And a long dress...green, normally...and sometimes a fox-fur scarf."

"And a handbag?" prompted Professor Lupin.

"A big red one," said Neville.

"Right then," said Professor Lupin. "Can you picture those clothes very clearly, Neville? Can you see them in your mind's eye?"

"Yes," said Neville uncertainly, plainly wondering what was coming next.

"When the boggart bursts out of this wardrobe, Neville, and sees you, it will assume the form of Professor Snape," said Lupin. "And you will raise your wand thus - and cry 'Riddikulus' – and concentrate - hard on your grandmother's clothes. If all goes well, Professor Boggart Snape will be forced into that vulture topped hat, and that green dress, with that big red handbag."

There was a great shout of laughter. The wardrobe wobbled more violently.

"If Neville is successful, the boggart is likely to shift his attention to each of us in turn," said Professor Lupin. "I would like all of you to take a moment now to think of the thing that scares you most, and imagine how you might force it to look comical…"

The room went quiet. Harry thought...What scared him most in the world? Not many things. Lady Death's image came to his mind after a second. She had the power to defeat him, she had the power to take everything away from him. And he realised that he indeed feared Lady Death. Now, what would make her look comical?

'A skimpy sexy dress.' Harry thought, an amused smile appearing on his face. 'And I don't think anyone will recognise her. But what will I say to others when the boggart takes her face? I will tell them she is a very scary ghost from a movie. Yeah, that will sate their curiosity.'

"Neville, we're going to back away," said Professor Lupin. "Let you have a clear field, all right? I'll call the next person forward. Everyone back, now, so Neville can get a clear shot."

They all retreated, backed against the walls, leaving Neville alone beside the wardrobe. He looked pale and frightened, but he had pushed up the sleeves of his robes and was holding his wand ready.

"On the count of three, Neville," said Professor Lupin, who was pointing his own wand at the handle of the wardrobe. "One – two – three now!"

A jet of sparks shot from the end of Professor Lupin's wand and hit the doorknob. The wardrobe burst open. Hook nosed and menacing, Professor Snape stepped out, his eyes flashing at Neville.

Neville backed away, his wand up, mouthing wordlessly. Snape was bearing down upon him, reaching inside his robes.

"R-R-Riddikulus!" squeaked Neville.

There was a noise like a whip crack. Snape stumbled; he was wearing a long, lace-trimmed dress and a towering hat topped with a moth-eaten vulture, and he was swinging a huge crimson handbag.

There was a roar of laughter; the boggart paused, confused, and Professor Lupin shouted, "Parvati! Forward!"

Parvati walked forward, her face set. Snape rounded on her. There was another crack, and where he had stood was a blood-stained, bandaged mummy; its sightless face was turned to Parvati and it began to walk toward her very slowly, dragging its feet, its stiff arms rising -

"Riddikulus!" cried Parvati.

A bandage unraveled at the mummy's feet; it became entangled, fell face forward, and its head rolled off.

"Seamus!" roared Professor Lupin.

Seamus darted past Parvati.

Crack! Where the mummy had been was a woman with floor-length black hair and a skeletal, green-tinged face – a banshee. She opened her mouth wide and an unearthly sound filled the room, a long, wailing shriek that made the hair on Harry's head stand on end -

"Riddikulus!" shouted Seamus.

The banshee made a rasping noise and clutched her throat; her voice was gone.

Crack! The banshee turned into a rat, which chased its tail in a circle, then...crack! became a rattlesnake, which slithered and writhed before crack!...becoming a single, bloody eyeball...

"It is confused!" shouted Lupin. "We're getting there! Dean!"

Dean hurried forward.

Crack! The eyeball became a severed hand, which flipped over and began to creep along the floor like a crab.

"Riddikulus!" yelled Dean.

There was a snap, and the hand was trapped in a mousetrap.

"Excellent! Ron, you next!"

Harry and the other Slytherins were getting irritated because there were still more Gryffindors remaining before their turn came. Ron leapt forward.

Crack!

Quite a few people screamed. A giant spider, six feet tall and covered in hair, was advancing on Ron, clicking its pincers menacingly. For a moment, Harry thought Ron had frozen. Then, "Riddikulus!" bellowed Ron, and the spider's legs vanished; it rolled over and over; Lavender Brown squealed and ran out of its way and it came to a halt at Jasmine's feet. She raised her wand, ready, but her body froze at seeing the scene.

The Boggart turned into two dead bodies with their unseeing eyes still open, they both were a middle aged couple. The woman was skinny with crystal blue eyes and blonde hair while the man had a solemn face with black combed hair and dark eyes. Jasmine's wand fell on the floor and she screamed, covering her eyes and fell on her knees. There was total silence in the class except her scream. Hermione stood frozen as if she knew the faces. Neville bravely stepped in front of them and the dead bodies merged into and became Professor Snape.

"Riddikulus!" he yelled. Professor Snape's black robe turned into a pink skimpy dress. But no one laughed this time. Professor Lupin forced the boggart back into the wardrobe.

"Everyone out, class is over." Professor Lupin said as he kneeled beside Jasmine. The students started trickling out of the class, whispering to each other, casting sideways glances at distraught Jasmine. Only Hermione, Ron and Neville stayed behind. Harry reluctantly followed Tracey and Daphne out. Jasmine was with her friends right now, she was safe. Still to be perfectly sure, he sent a little of Deus into her. It will inform him if Professor Lupin tried something nefarious, though he doubted that would happen. The Deus would return to him after she is safely back at Gryffindor common room.

XXX

Jasmine was embarrassed so much that she didn't want to leave the girls dormitory. She was sitting on her bed, her curtains drawn. She sighed as she propped her back on the bed's headboard.

'I shouldn't have stepped in front of the boggart when I couldn't figure out my fear.' she thought bitterly. Hermione and Ginny had tried to assure her that no one would tease her, that she should go to the great hall for dinner but she just couldn't. She wasn't afraid of other students' teasing but she was embarrassed of herself. How Gryffindorish of her to break down in front of all the class. She rubbed her stomach and tried to ignore her hunger. She didn't know how she would make eye contact with others after the incident in the DADA class. She hated looking weak, she hated crying in front of others. She believed crying was a thing you do when you are alone in your room.

"Cozy bed you have here." someone said from the foot side of the bed. She was so entranced at staring at the ceiling and self deprecating that she missed when a boy materialised on her bed.

"Harry!" she shrieked, fortunately no one was in the girls dormitory as they were all in the great hall.

"Hello." Harry waved his hand.

"How are you in the girls dormitory? Why are you in the girls dormitory?" she asked, still freaked out.

"As of 'how' just the privilege of being me. And for 'why', I thought you needed some pep talk." Harry grinned. Jasmine snorted at that.

"You do know it doesn't work if I know that I am being given a pep talk." Jasmine said, slowly calming down.

"So, I guess you don't need a pep talk. I am annoyed at you for taking the spotlight. I was going to transform the boggart into a woman in her underwear but I didn't get the chance, thanks to a certain girl with blue dyed hair." Harry pouted. Jasmine gaped at him.

"You were going to transform your boggart into that!" Jasmine gave him an amused glance. "I don't know if I should laugh or creeped out. At least the male half of the class would have been grateful to you."

"So your boggart is a woman?" Jasmine asked, seeing the hint.

"Yep, a very beautiful pale lady with the darkest eyes and hair." Harry answered wistfully.

"I think you are more enamored by this lady than scared of her." Jasmine teased, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. Harry chuckled.

"You might be onto something." Harry said thoughtfully. "So, are you going to tell me why you are scared for your parents' safety? There must be a story behind it."

Jasmine slumped back and stared at the ceiling. She decided to share it. She was just itching to tell it to somebody. She didn't want to keep it to herself anymore. Maybe sharing it with someone will lighten the load. And she did trust Harry, at least a little bit.

"There is indeed a story behind it." she confirmed, she remained silent mulling over her thoughts, "My parents aren't what they say they are. They say they are doctors but that's a partial truth. They are actually scientists."

Harry raised his eyebrows, waiting for her to continue.

"Their field of research is about special powers. There were dozens of more scientists with them. They experimented on special children who showed unique and otherworldly traits." she continued. She ignored his disgusted look. "They were in a top secret cult named 'The Peculiars'. The Peculiars wanted to unravel Oddities in this world. They tried to find what made some people unique. To understand why some had superpowers. To understand it and then recreate it artificially. They weren't making any progress and all the children died suddenly in an experiment, leaving them without any more subjects. The peculiars were annoyed and frustrated. They were almost on the verge of disbanding when a 3 year old special girl was found."

She stopped and pointed to herself.

"She had a symbol of red pentagram just above her chest. She was an odd child. She didn't cry like other children. She had no memory. She didn't show any emotions. She was like an empty shell bereft of any feelings. My parents, who were overflowing with guilt after the death of so many children, decided to finally abandon their ways and take the girl and run away and that's what they did. They took the girl in the silence of the night and fled to a different country. They started from scratch, they became doctors and helped people while raising the girl as their own daughter."

There was a tense silence between them as she told the truth about herself.

"So you are saying that you don't know about your true parentage and are living with two mad scientists." Harry grumbled.

"Don't talk about my parents like that!" she exclaimed in anger. "They risked their lives to save me. They risked everything for me. There is a whole crazy cult full of mad scientists after them. It is all because they wanted to save me."

"If that's how you want to think about them." Harry shrugged. He didn't really care. He could go and kill her parents for their wrongdoings but if Harry's mission was to kill people like those then he wouldn't have come to Hogwarts. He would have just become some vigilante, killing criminals to better the world but he knew it wasn't his problem, it wasn't his job. There were government and police officers for that. He peered at her, observing her magic.

"At least you are a common witch. I can confirm that. There is nothing different about you. Nothing special. So I can't really say that you are anything unique. You are just a witch with an inherent large magical core. Nothing more." Harry said curiously. Jasmine sighed in relief.

"Thanks for confirming that I am just a 'normal' witch. Then why do I have a pentagram on my chest?" she asked, her brows furrowed in confusion. Harry scooted closer to her so there wasn't much space between them.

"Let me see it." Harry said with a straight face. Jasmine's face turned scarlet.

"Are you mad? Do you really believe that I will remove my shirt to show you my chest?" she blabbered and covered her chest instinctively. Harry sighed in disappointment and scooted back.

"Well, my offer is always open. I may get some ideas if I examine the pentagram in detail." Harry said.

"Thank you very much but I am not going to get naked for you." she said in a squeaky voice.

"Your loss. Let's go to the great hall then. I am hungry." Harry told her as he pushed the curtain and dragged her out of the bed.

"But...But…" she protested.

"Oh, come on. Show some Gryffindor courage." he chuckled and the next instant they both were in an empty hallway just next to the Great hall.

"What...what happened?" Jasmine stuttered as she wasn't in the girls dormitory anymore.

"Magic, duh." Harry said nonchalantly.

"That is not an answer." she grumbled.

"I don't tell my secrets to a girl who can't even trust me with her chest." Harry grinned mischievously. She blushed and then glared at him.

"So are you saying that if I show you my chest then you will tell me your every secret?" she asked incredulously and curiously. Harry rubbed his chin as he thought about it.

"Probably not." He shot her a smirk. She sighed exasperatedly.

"Let's just eat dinner. I am emotionally spent and don't have the will to see more of your antics."

XXX

Harry along with Astoria, Iris, Daphne and Tracey was staring incredulously at the bulletin board. There was a parchment pinned on it which announced who made the quidditch team. Surprisingly Iris and Astoria failed. Harry could feel their disappointment in the air. They both hung their heads down and went to their room. Harry gritted his teeth in rage. He was there on the day of tryouts, he was sure they would make it. They both were the best fliers among other students. Why didn't they make it? Why?

"Harry?" Tracey murmured softly as she placed her hand on his shoulder. Harry deflated and smiled at her uncertainly.

"I am going to have a talk with the team captain." He said as he started walking towards him but Daphne grabbed his hand and pulled him into a tight hug. Her face was beside his ear.

"Not another murder. Okay?" she asked in a whisper. Harry kissed her cheek.

"Okay. I promise." he vowed and pulled out of the hug. He grinned at his best friends and turned away to walk to the sofa where a tall boy in his quidditch jersey was sitting along with other team players.

"Hey, captain." Harry forced a smile as he stood in front of them.

"Potter! What do you want?" he barked. This grabbed everyone's attention. All the students in the common room watched the scene with anticipation. As it was morning, most Slytherin students were present. A tense silence filled the room.

"I just want to ask why Iris Potter and Astoria Greengrass aren't selected for the team. As I was there on that day, I think they did brilliantly in the tryouts." He spoke, trying to reign in his temper and annoyance. Draco who was sitting beside Marcus Flint, he thought was the name of the captain, snorted, not helping in the least.

"They are girls. We don't select puny girls in our team." Marcus said as if it was an obvious fact. Harry remained silent, not knowing what to say. He suddenly came to a realisation that indeed the Slytherin team didn't have any female players since he began his education at Hogwarts. Another boy whispered something in Flint's ears. A sly smile took over Marcus's lips.

"You know what? We will change our mind, we will let them join the team but we have a condition." Flint grinned. Harry tilted his head, signalling him to continue.

"All the boys in the team are having certain problems. You know we didn't have that problem until Jake Yaxely got caught red handed in the act with that girl and then off-ed himself due to embarassment." he said, pointing his finger towards Tracey. "Since then, house elves are patrolling the castle, totally stopping our fun activities. We want her and that Greengrass girl for a night. Fulfill that agreement and we will take your sister and the younger Greengrass in the team. What do you say?"

The Slytherin team laughed at the joke uproariously.

Draco joined in their laughter nervously, feeling he will be safe with the others. Harry Potter certainly wasn't stupid enough to pick up fight with half a dozen older students, he thought rationally.

Daphne meanwhile was smirking in anticipation. She was waiting to see what Harry would do now. At times like this, she felt lucky that Harry was her best friend. If not for him, she would have been scared that something would happen to her but as of right now she was feeling ecstatic, waiting for the bloodshed. It always turned her on when Harry showed his true power.

Tracey was glaring at the laughing boys. She wasn't keen on violence but right now she would let it slide. The disgusting scum were joking about taking her and Daphne as if Harry would let that happen. As if she or Daphne would go out without a fight. The other students looked uncomfortable. They didn't approve of the way Flint accepted that before the Jake Yaxely incident they raped new first years. Some older girls weren't sure if they were still virgins after the boys' confession. 'Was I assaulted and then obliviated?' some girls thought with dread.

Harry just stared at them. He rubbed his chin.

"What are you thinking? Are you seriously considering the deal?" Flint chortled.

"I was just thinking whether I should kill you or just castrate you. Both options have pros and cons. Killing you will shut you up forever while castrating you will be painful and you will have to live the rest of your life without any sexual activity. Also I may use a dark spell which will cause you pain every time you think something naughty." Harry smiled coldly. The seven boys quickly stood up, enraged while all the other students pressed against the corners to stay out of the fight. Daphne and Tracey also went to stand against the wall and to watch Harry having some fun.

"Do you think we should stop him?" Tracey whispered beside her. Daphne shook her head.

"Let him have some fun. He won't kill them. He has promised me that." Daphne smirked. Tracey just nodded and looked at Harry who stood totally relaxed.

"What did you say little brat?" Marcus Flint roared, pointing his wand at Harry's neck. And just like that the Slytherin common room again became deadly silent.

Harry grinned and closed his eyes for a second, breathing in, pushing away the temptation to burn them all. When his eyes opened, he had jumped three feet back and his wand was in his hand. The spectators couldn't help but marvel at his grace. He defeated two boys before they even started firing spells in his direction. He dodged the spells easily, all the other students were glad that they weren't around him otherwise they might have fallen to the wayward spells. They watched in awe as Harry defeated the seven students in the next twenty seconds with quick stunning spells. 

All the seven quidditch players were down on the floor, unconscious and totally vulnerable. Harry bound their hands and legs and then readily rennervated them. They all glared at him defiantly, but there was also immense fear in their eyes. Draco was whimpering, knowing that he chose wrong, that he shouldn't have joined in with the laughter. Before they could start shouting and demanding him to free them, Harry already cast a castrating curse on Marcus Flint, who screamed as his trousers became wet, crimson spreading in the fabric. The Slytherin students watched in horror as he did the same thing to all other six players who were desperately trying to wiggle away from him. The Prefects wanted to interrupt and stop this nonsense but they didn't have the courage to step in front of the mad Potter whose eyes gleamed with glee as he tortured his fellow students. So, they remained silent and let the quidditch players suffer. Draco Malfoy was crying miserably as he was experiencing the worst pain in the universe. Harry then casts a dark curse on each of them which will stop their parts from fully healing and will cause pain whenever they think of doing something harmful to others.

Harry then conjured a black ornate throne in the middle of the common room and sat on it, observing his work as the seven students' bodies spasmed on the floor, in the pool of their own blood. He snapped his finger and all the Slytherin students were summoned in the room. They looked confused for a second but were horrified when they saw what was happening. Harry let his gaze roam everywhere, all students were distressed, scared of him. He smirked to himself. He let his oppressive aura out, letting them know that they were mere insects to him.

"Bow down to me. Bow down to your god. Enough is enough. I left you all alone for two years being merciful and this is how I am paid back. But the time has finally come to show you your true place. To show how inconsequential your lives are and powers are against me. I won't bat an eye before killing all of you to show the world how stupid it is to stand against me. Bow down or suffer the consequences of defying me. Bow!" Harry roared from his throne. A golden mist burst from his body, covering every Slytherin student except Daphne, Tracey, Iris and Astoria.

All of the students suddenly fall on their knees, looking at his cold gaze. Harry saw some first years on the verge of breaking down but he ignored them, they also needed to pledge their allegiance to him. 

"You all will swear a magical oath to never harm me or my friends or my sister. You all will swear your allegiance to me. You all will swear to follow all my orders." He commanded softly but it was heard by everyone, it rang too loudly in the quiet common room. When no one began following his order, Harry snapped his finger. The golden mist which was calmly hovering around everyone turned red and malevolent for some students and their pained screams reverberated in the common room. Harry's friends and Iris were horrified at hearing the tortured screams. They all thought that Harry was crossing a line but they remained silent. They didn't want to question his authority right now in front of all others.

After hearing the unholy screams, all the students reluctantly swore the mentioned oath. Harry grinned as he stepped down from the throne, standing tall and confident.

"Now, wasn't that easy? Just don't piss me off and I won't kill you. That's my life motto. Very fair if I say so myself. My first order is for Marcus Flint to form a quidditch team with best players disregarding their gender. My second order is that there will be no more non-consensual sex. We are creating a utopia here and these types of things aren't morally right. If you prize your libido more than your magic and life then you are welcome to challenge the order. My third order is that no one is allowed to intentionally cause any fatal harm to others. My fourth order is that no one will talk about what happened just now with anyone outside of this house. This will remain a house secret which not even Professor Snape is allowed to know. These are my only four orders. Other than that you are allowed to go back to normal. Enjoy your ordinary mundane lives. Someone please take these seven morons to the hospital wing before they die. And you seven, think of some excuse why you don't have your bits anymore and now flat down there." Harry said jovially as he headed to his room with Daphne, Tracey, Iris and Astoria on his heels.