7

It was a nice day in the alley. In the owl emporium, Hermione was looking at the various owls.

"Mom, don't you think the tawny owl is cute?"

"It is your decision. Since it will be just going from us to you. What is with that blush?"

"I can send it to my friend, Harry. He was supposed to write me this summer. He hasn't but then again, he is a boy."

"The same boy that saved you from the troll?" Hermione blushed more.

Neither lady noticed that the only other patron of the store was looking at her strangely. Soon she stared at Hermione. She drew her wand in a way the people in the store did not notice her action.

"Legilimen"

Aelia smiled. She found a new way to embarrass her nephew. Though, if her nephew felt the same thing for the girl, she would soon have a new niece. This was a great day. Plus, Hedwig will love the new owl treats.

{S}

"Are you ready to see again son?" Michelle asked.

"Yes, even though I have enjoyed the blind practice; I want to see again. I am glad Croaker brought you to see me."

"You still have another couple of days of blindness. Though when your vision returns, you know you are in trouble?"

"What did I do wrong?" Harry asked while blanking on what he could have done wrong. He was being a good patient after all. Obeying the medi-witch.

"Aelia was getting owl supplies for our owls today. Turns out a muggleborn with her parents were in there getting a family owl. That girl knows you. You were supposed to write her." Waiting for Harry to respond. Harry blushed. Just as Aelia had told her to expect. This was going to be so much fun. "Nice blush. Do you fancy her?"

"Mommm!"

"Well, that answers that. Your aunt thinks you have good taste; she has looks and brains. When you see, you can write her." She laughed. "Speaking of fancying her. Al asked Croaker to come on by today. We never thought of some special education you need. He will give it to you."

"Oh, and son, Al read Hermione's mind. I agree with her and Croaker. Hermione needs training in Occlumency if you make her your girlfriend. If for nothing else; to prevent you from using Legilimency on her. I know you won't want to but you will be tempted."

"Mother! Auntie didn't?"

"Yup, she did. Good news, the girl fancies you. She has some interesting… Though I have to ask, are there any other girls you like." Harry just blushed.

"That's my boy. I wouldn't mind if you had a harem. Considering your past and present, a group of people showing you love and loving you would be a blessing. You were taught to be a proper young man. Treat them right. Just don't make me a grandmother anytime soon."

{S}

Later that day, Harry was glad he could not see how badly he was blushing. Croaker had used Legilimency to give him the talk. Then Croaker had two other unspeakables do the same to Harry; one was a male, one a female both were bi.

When Harry asked why. Croaker's response shut him up; Harry had to admit he may need to know how to please and be pleased regardless of his current form. Though he would never get the images from his mind. It was worse, he could feel the things that were in the images.

"I would apologize but you needed more than just the basics, Harry. So, when you step it up. It will be safe and fun in all ways." Croaker sighed. "For now, do not let your hormones derail your plans. You have a war to win first. A war on two sides."

"I won't Croaker I don't plan on being a father until I graduate Hogwarts and it is safe for me to have a family."

"Just make sure, the second ritual has another side effect. You will never disappoint a lover. You will also enjoy the act more frequently than a normal bloke. I am sure you will leave smirks on any lover's face."

Harry blushed; his mind instantly brought up the mental images of males on stamina potions. Harry decided not to comment on that. "So, when will I be able to see?"

"It will take about another week. I am sorry the healing is taking longer than expected. Then you will have one week before we can do the other ritual. That is if you still want to do it."

Harry slowly nodded. "Yes, I do."

Croaker smiled. "We will plan on it then. Then once you recover; it will be time for you to go back to school. You will just have to remember to not show off your new powers."

"Do we want to do a repeat, of sorts of course, on the express?" Harry laughed.

"Your idea?" Croaker was intrigued.

"Ambush in the corridor on the express. Just like with the talk. You put the images in mind. Images of some group in Slytherin robes pulling wands and casting on me first."

"If I did it before you were dosed, that would stand up to veritaserum. Overwriting the actual memory. I like it. We can do that." Croaker said with an evil smile. "You will be trained on how to use your magic sight for the rest of the summer. Is there anything else you think you need?"

"Wandless magic. I need better ways to fight when I don't have a wand. Then since the portraits and ghosts tell tales to the headmaster, spells to deal with them."

"Done. Have our hosts have been training you anything good?"

"Organ destruction spells, bone-melting, just vicious curses. I would not want to be hit by any of them."

"Good. Nothing like using fire to fight a fire. In a fight, do not hesitate." Croaker smiled at Harry then he left.

{S}

An old man was sitting in his office chair thinking. Albus Dumbledore was staring at his phoenix but not seeing the bird. He was lost in thought. Soon he would know where the boy lived. But would that be enough to get the boy to go back to the Dursleys?

To make matters worse, Dumbledore had been profoundly rebuffed from getting any information from the boy. The boy was treading a dangerous path. If he became too powerful, he could be the next Tom Riddle. Harry had been sent to the Dursleys to destroy his confidence, damage his core, and have the boy beholden to him. At least, per Pomfrey, his core was still bound and small so he would never be a threat.

The greater good required that Dumbledore could influence the boy and direct him. Part of that, Harry had to be steered away from the Dark. Yet his ability to influence Harry was slipping through Dumbledore's fingers. The unknown guardian seemed to make the boy stand on his own. They were keeping him from the environment Dumbledore had so carefully engendered for the boy. Harry had to stick to Albus's plan for him. Harry had to be the weapon of the light until he sacrificed himself to become the martyr the light needed.

Harry would die at Tom's hand. Then Albus would kill Tom. Between the fame of killing another dark lord and the wealth of the dead brat, Albus would be able to force the Flamels to give him the philosopher's stone. The stone his goblin agent had allowed Hagrid to steal; had been a fake.

Now; his goblin was missing. He had to assume the critter was dead. It was another concern. Did the Goblin Nation learn that he had an agent in their ranks? It would be bad. The goblins could cause him all sorts of financial issues, or worse, cut him out of magical finances.

The next problem that came was the fact that he could no longer access the boy's trust vault at Gringotts. The key he had, melted. Gringotts refused to make a new key. Only a new head of house Potter could get that done. The goblins also refused to explain anything about it, like why it melted. He needed that gold to keep all of the bribes going. Muggle's ideas must never enter their society.

Were the two issues related? He didn't think so. Since he was sure that Harry was living somewhere in the muggle world, so, he would know nothing about Gringotts. That was the only blessing. If the brat learned about his theft; and worse could prove it, there would be repercussions. Well, he would find out; he had a meeting with the goblins over Yule break. So, that issue would just have to play out. There was nothing he could do about it.

He had to put all his resources into wrangling the brat. It wasn't just his attitude. Things around Harry did not go to plan. That damned invisibility cloak has mysteriously disappeared from his vault. When he asked the goblin; they claimed it was never in his vault.

Whoever had it probably found the charms he put on it. He needed Harry to have the cloak with his compulsion and tracking charm on it. The original plan was to give the cloak to Harry during the Yule holidays of his first Christmas here. So, the brat would think he could go after the stone.

Unfortunately, Harry was not the only problem student. Two other students didn't follow the greater good. First, the Granger girl. She was currently the top student of the year. It was intolerable that a muggleborn was beating all the purebloods. This was the first year that two students that were not purebloods were in the top five in over twenty years. That had to stop, but how, even Severus had not been able to kill the girl.

She was becoming more of a problem since she was seen with Harry, all the time. If it progressed; it would be a disaster. He hoped Severus would soon poison that slag. Harry had to marry Ginevra only. He must not find out about that until a marriage contract was in place.

Harry could only marry the pure blood of the light. Granger was unaffiliated and a mudblood. As it was, she was probably not supposed to be in Ravenclaw. Albus had forced the hat to put some smart witch into Gryffindor. There she would be isolated due to her brain, perfect for his plan for Ron Weasley. He promised Molly that he would provide Ron with a girl that would let the boy pass Hogwarts. In return, she would ensure Harry married Ginny. Molly would have no problem potioning the boy.

Now, that Hermione was back in Ravenclaw, was not a problem. Albus was just glad Molly would still go through with their plan. With Ron dead; he would not have to carry through with his half of the plan. Molly still thought she would get access to the Potter fortune. Once Ginevra gave birth, Albus would kill both her and Molly. There was no reason to share.

The other child not going along with the greater good was the damn heir of Longbottom. That brat was not in the house Albus made the hat put him in.

Neville needed to have low self-esteem since he is the replacement if Harry died too soon or in the wrong way. At least the boy wasn't under Filius. Flitwick would alert Neville of all the things Albus did to him. Pomona was not good enough with charms to see the damage he did to Neville. Neville could not realize his wand was not a match and cursed. Longbottom had to stay weak. Harry might die before his seventeenth birthday after all. Only the Potter fortune kept Albus from killing the boy now.

Nothing can interfere with his plans. It was what was needed for the greater good. The sooner he could get Tom to kill Harry the better. Then he would kill Tom. He would have to figure out a way to accelerate that plan to happen. The brat was refusing his orders.

{M}

Hermione

Earlier this week a house elf named Dobby broke into my room where I am living this summer. He delivered some questionable news.

He said there would be something dangerous going on at Hogwarts this year to come. Since he made a threat; I will kill him next time I get a chance.

Also, my aunt got my school supplies. We are going to have an issue this year. I got all the books for the DADA class. They are completely worthless. So, I am sending them to you. Sorry, they suck but I know you. You will want to read them yourself to confirm that. Compare the dates of the events in the books. The author is a total fraud. If our new teacher is using these books, we are in trouble. I just hope the training I have gotten from my aunt will allow me to pass my owls.

It is almost as if Dumbledore does not want us to be able to protect ourselves.

Your friend? More? {Joke?}

Harry

{M}

Harry Prat

It took me just two books to see what you mean. Yes, if these books are like the class, it will not be worth our time. Maybe we can do a self-study in DADA? Your aunt?

I want to join you in self-study with potions.

I cannot stand Professor Snape.

What is a house elf?

Did the elf threaten you?

I look forward to seeing you on the express.

Your ???? {You never asked me!}

Hermione

{S}

It was a good day. The Wizengamot passed the new law. He would know where Harry lived in the summer. He would have to plan on how to get his muggle guardians to turn over guardianship to the Dursleys again.

He would have ordered members to take Harry straight from the platform to the Dursleys, so the brat would have no way of stopping his plan. Hopefully, the Dursleys would punish the boy, punish that brat just short of death. That is all that Madam Pomfrey was for. The brat deserved the pain. Right now, all it takes is patience this year.

Soon Harry will be back on the right path until his death. It was all for the greater good after all.

He would not admit, that after meeting with the goblins; he wanted the boy to be hurt every day until he died. The goblins claimed that he did not have a right to take funds from the boy's vault. Nor pay the Dursleys since they had not spent any money on the boy. He was going to have to pay back the vault, with interest.

That was for the future, right now the only concern was where Harry might currently be at. The ward Albus had put on the Granger house copied the missive from Harry and told him the latest owl to deliver a message was from the African Magic School. What wasn't Harry telling Hermione? Was Harry shopping for schools this summer? Would he have to fight to bring the brat back to Scotland? None of the other schools' heads liked or respected him. They all refused to have anything to do with him. They would fight to keep the brat or any other student from magical Britain. Even though he was the boy's magical guardian.

Couldn't the brat just confront Riddle and die now?

{S}

It was a bad day. With the requirement to keep his home secret, it took too much time to get to King's Cross Station. At least he didn't think anyone was spying on him. Which was good, he wanted to kill someone. At least he was now on platform 10. So, all it takes is a break in the traffic so he could go into 9 3/4. He wanted to floo to the platform like the rest of the magical world, but no, for his privacy he had to use the muggle way.

He waited a moment to make sure that no one was watching and then ran towards the barrier. And bounced off it landing on his arse. Hedwig squawked as her cage was knocked back and the luggage shifted. Ouch, Harry thought. "What the…?" Harry muttered climbing to his feet and staring at the barrier.

Harry walked forward and ran his hands over the barrier. It felt just like a regular brick wall. "What are I going to do?"

"Well, I imagine the people on the other side are going to freak out about this as well so we might as well just wait for someone to figure it out and come back through," Harry said to his owl.

This will just be one more proof that the redheads were trying to set me up last year. From what he had heard, they were always just in time. Well, they were not on this side of the barrier; this time. Harry thought. Though it would be fun; maybe this year he would have his wife as one of his collateral damage.

"Come on, Hedwig. Let's go sit down over there and wait for someone to figure out how to get out of the stupid barrier." He realized that it would take too much time to get back to the leaky cauldron and floo over.

"You up to taking a letter to Aelia if no one comes out after a half hour or so?" Hedwig glared at him before huffing and preening her feathers. Harry just laughed. "Okay, fine, stupid question. I apologize." Harry sat down on the bench and watched the barrier to make sure he didn't miss anyone while giving the owl pets so she would forgive him. He had learned, keeping his pets happy, made for a happy life.

It was barely five minutes later when he saw Madam Bones and No name Tonks enter the terminal from a street entrance. Harry had laughed when Tonks reacted to her first name, Nymphadora when her boss had used it. It was something he might tease the Auror about next time she started something with him.

Leaning over to Hedwig, Harry whispered, "Well; you will not have to take a letter. More time for you to preen so you are even more beautiful." Harry said trying to butter up the owl. Hedwig twisted her head towards the two now standing by the barrier to Platform Nine and Three Quarters and scanning the crowd. She turned back to Harry and bobbed her head uttering a soft pleased sounding hoot. Harry gently stroked her feathers through the cage then gathered his trunk and stood up heading towards the newcomers. He was a bit annoyed. If the Aurors were on the express. He would not be able to kill more future death eaters. They noticed him almost as soon as he began to move toward them.

"Madam Bones, Auror Tonks."

"It is Auror Bones today."

Harry raised his eyebrow as he looked at them wonderingly.

Amelia said. "We assign an Auror team to wrangle any Muggle-born or raised through the barrier. Also, those who were either uninformed, forgot or were too scared to try. Are you late today?" She was happy to talk to the boy without an investigation. Susan told her about the express trip that Dumbledore tried to interrupt. That created questions about this boy. Questions she wanted the answers to.

"No, not late, the barrier went solid when I tried to get through." Harry laughed. "Since you are the boss, shouldn't you have delegated?"

Amelia's frown deepened. "That doesn't sound right… Give me a moment."

Tonks laughed. "Yes, but Bones here is using this assignment to say goodbye to her niece in person. Speaking of that, I heard Susan admit to the boss here, that she has a crush on you. You might want to…."

"Nymphadora!!!" Amelia shouted. "I know that Susan wants a consort contract but you don't get to scare the boy off yet."

"Ma'am, you got it, Boss." Tonks laughed at the blushing older lady. Harry also smirked but decided it would be safer to say nothing. He had asked Aelia about relationship contracts in the wizarding world this summer.

Amelia decided to ignore Tonks. She moved back slightly to examine the recalcitrant barrier.

"That barrier has been sealed solid." Amelia looked at the two. "I've never seen anything like it before. I'm going to have to get some backup from the DoM here to get this fixed."

"Tonks get Potter to the school. Harry, please apologize to my niece for me when you see her" She said as she walked off.

Tonks turned to Harry with wide eyes. "Eventful first day back, huh, Harry? Guess it is better than an attack where fellow students try to kill you?"

Harry just smiled. The truth would have him being pushed through the veil. He intended to kill all of the future bastards. He was just thankful that all the children of death eaters were bullies. He thought some of them would do worse if they could. So, if they were evil now; killing them made the world better for the future.

That was a good rationalization he thought. They were on the other side; that was enough to justify them being dead. The fact they harmed fellow students, just gave justification an outsider would agree with his use of any measures to put them down.

{S}

Harry was upset his train plan was blown. But, maybe on the train ride home? He was glad that Aurors would not be on the train. The trip was educational even. Tonks flooed him from the Leaky Cauldron to Hogsmeade. Then Tonks walked him up to the gates of Hogwarts.

There Tonks turned him over to Minerva and apparated away. Minerva was not happy with the boy being at school early.

"Well, Mister Potter. It is nice to see you back. I assume there was a good reason an Auror brought you rather than taking the express, hmm? Anyway, I will hear it later, now, go to the Great Hall. I will have house elves take your trunk to your room. I am sorry to say, you must stay in the Hall until the feast." Her frown told the boy she blamed him, no matter the reason.

{S}

Then the day got better. Hermione was worried about him and gave him a great big hug as soon as she saw him. Hermione reported that from the platform to the carriages, nothing happened to her. Other than her worry about Harry, it had been boring for her.

This made Harry happy. It would make his next killings on the express that much less like a pattern. Harry also told Hermione the information that Tonks had let slip about Susan. She only smiled at that. Harry was glad that didn't cause issues. He wasn't sure how he felt. He was just Harry. Not someone that deserved multiple lovers. He wasn't sure he deserved the love of Michelle, Aelia, and Dana.

Then the start of the year feast taught him that he still was fate's bitch. First, Harry was disappointed to find out that the author of the bull shit defense books was the new DADA teacher. He realized it when the teachers came in to sit for the feast; Lockhart came in with the others. At least, he had until the end of school to kill the bastard; killing a teacher was never easy. He would have to proceed with caution. Lockheart would not see the end of the year, feast but it could not be a murder. The second problem of this year was much, much, much worse. When the first years came in to be sorted; he saw a female redhead. He heard her name. So, the rule about paranoids and enemies was true. The slag was plotting against him.

The redheads were his enemies. That specific redhead was at the top of his enemies list. The girls sat with the twins. They were brothers of the redhead boy he killed last year. He was glad he killed the wanker on the train last year. It was even better, the family thought Malfoy or his trolls had done the killing. A murder was not murder when everyone thought the deaths were not murder.

Harry groaned. He had to admit that his problems were getting worse. Would this girl push things? Did she know and want Harry to be her betrothed? Fortunately, she was sorted into Gryffindor so he did not have to deal with her daily. He would have to figure out a way to eliminate her too.

This also pissed him off. His mom was a redhead. If he did like the girl, how many variants of Oedipus's jokes would he have had to endure? At least there was no physical attraction there. Harry thought the slag looked like a boy.

The last part of the day proved fate was a fickle bitch. Since his talk with his mom and aunt about Hermione, he knew he had to take this chance. Once the feast was over, he dragged Hermione after him. Once they were in a secluded corner of the Ravenclaw common room.

"Hermione, can I talk to you?"

"Yes, Harry what did you need?"

Harry took out a wand and began to cast privacy spells. Hermione's look got more concerned. Harry gathered up his courage. It was now or never. He then blurted out his question, "Would you be my girlfriend?"

Hermione blinked and stared at him for a moment. "Harry, before I reply, would you mind repeating what you just said? Hermione asked. She couldn't believe this. She was just a plain bushy-haired bookworm. Why would her crush want more? It was impossible. She must have misheard. Harry had the attention of the girl with the largest bust, plus a blonde angel from the snake pit. Those were just two of the girls she had noticed.

Harry internally wanted to cry. Her response did not bode well. Harry took a breath, "I was wondering if you'd maybe be my girlfriend." His face was burning.

"Harry, look at me," Hermione said. Slowly Harry lifted his eyes to her face. He was surprised to see that she was smiling widely. "I have been interested in you since you jumped on the back of a troll to save me."

"You, wait, what?" Harry stuttered.

"You jumped on a troll to save my life, Harry. You realized I was missing and you came to find me. That would be major faction points with any girl. You saved my life, so how was I not supposed to fall for you? You also have been nice to me when others weren't." Hermione laughed and pulled him into a hug kissing his cheek. "Yes, I would love to be your girlfriend."

"Harry…" She was cut off, abruptly, when he wrapped his arms tightly around her body, and suddenly his mouth was crashing against hers.

Her hands clutched at his shoulders as his right hand moved up her back, tangling in her hair just at the base of her skull, holding her head still as he kissed her. She moaned as he lightly pulled on her hair. He was controlling her in the kiss. Their magic reacted. It bathed both of them with a warm glow. Hermione realized that even her magic; loved it when Harry took control.

Her moan turned into a gasp. His lips glided across her own, glistening with their saliva. Hermione's mouth opened a bit with that gasp. Harry slowly inserted his tongue into her mouth. Her tongue met his and prodded it gently. They finally broke when they ran out of air. Both were blushing. "Goodnight, girlfriend", Harry said as he went to the showers. Hermione stayed there a few minutes until her mind rebooted. She was glad Ravenclaw gave her an individual room. She did not want to explain her grin or what she needed to do after that kiss.

{l}

Hermione was upset. Last year she had a room all to herself. Since Ravenclaw was set up to have two people in a dorm room, last year she was alone in her room. This year, there was an odd number of female first-year Ravenclaws. She didn't realize this fact until she entered her room. She now had a roommate. Her new roommate was named Luna Lovegood. That girl wanted to talk while Hermione wanted to cool her core.

After twenty minutes, Hermione got free. She was afraid that if it lasted longer, she would attack the thin blonde. Finally, she closed the curtains of her bed. She also cast silencing charms. She wanted to be loud. She quickly stripped her clothes off, she was so hot. Her skin felt on fire.

She started by cupping her breast with her right hand slightly pinching her nipple between her fingers. She placed her left hand on her flushed cheek as she slid the tip of her index finger into her mouth.

She began to pinch her nipple harder as her mouth began to moisten her finger. She moved her left hand to her other breast and placed her wet finger on the nipple. Her saliva coated it and the air hit it and her body began to tingle. She licked her other index finger and did the same to her other nipple. Then two fingers at the same time, rubbing both nipples in the cool air. Her eyes closed slowly while her right hand moved down to find her clit and the moistened finger moved across it, alternating flicks with her left finger still on her nipple. Then she rolled over and got on her hands and knees. She let herself bury her head in the pillow allowing her arms to be free. Her core started to heat up. She moved both of her hands to her crotch.

She grabbed her wand for a moment. She first cast a cleaning charm on her ass. Then she cast a lube charm on her fingers and asshole.

She had to remember to thank Harry for teaching her those charms.

Now, she dropped her wand and moved her hand to the folds of her pussy. She played with them for a while, then she slowly inserted one and then two fingers inside her. She liked the feeling of stretching. Then she had them slowly going in and out. Trying to touch that spot inside her. To give herself more pleasure, she used her thumb to slowly massage her bud. She slowly had her other hand play with her ass cheeks. Then she ran her fingers over her crinkly hole. Once the opening loosened up; she slipped a finger inside her. After the first finger could go in and out with only a little friction, she added two more fingers. She matched that with now stretching her pussy with three fingers. She stiffened with pain and pleasure, she moaned as the pain lessened and the pleasure grew. After a few minutes, there was no more pain. Then her pussy and ass clenched her fingers. She screamed as she came.

She grabbed her wand again. She quickly cast cleaning charms so she could get under the covers and sleep. Maybe soon, she would get to sleep on her boyfriend's chest. Plus awaken being held by his strong arms. She smirked; all the things she could think about doing to her boyfriend's morning wood.

{S}

Lunch the next day continued with Harry's bad luck streak. He was told by his head of house that he could only have one self-study, potions. Even though he got outstandings on the end-of-year tests. Then Hermione joined him for a silent lunch until a flash of light came directly at Harry, who instantly pulled out his wand while rubbing his eyes. When his vision cleared, he saw an excitable mousy-haired first-year Gryffindor holding a camera and jumping on his feet.

"Hi Harry!" the boy said excitedly oblivious to the older boy's annoyance. "I'm Colin Creevey," he said excitedly.

"Why were…" he didn't get to finish as the boy flashed his camera again taking another picture.

He was about to take another picture, but Harry snatched the camera out of the boy's hands and shot daggers at him. "You know, you are required to ask permission before you take a picture of someone, Mister Creevey. You did not ask. Also, you do well to consider that you could have blinded me with all those flashes" He opened the back of the camera to remove the film. He then handed the camera back to the disappointed boy. Colin was just lucky Harry had not cursed the boy into the afterlife. Harry was also pissed at himself for not already cursing the boy; well, he was in public.

Colin was briefly embarrassed but soon recovered, "Can I have your autograph for my pictures?" He put a new roll of film in the camera.

"Who's giving signed autographs" the annoying voice of Lockhart came behind him.

"Oh, hello professor" he greeted "I was just asking Harry if he would sign a picture, as well as if he would let me take more pictures of him" he explained.

Gilderoy had a big smile on his face "Well how about a double picture of me and Mister Potter here" he suggested. The first-year boy was giddy at this. Two celebrities together in a picture.

They didn't even see Harry leave, when they turned around, he was long gone. Harry wanted to get away from both of them. No pictures; no autographs. Period.

In the hallway, Flitwick caught up with him. "I am sorry to say Harry; the headmaster wants to see you now. Come along."

"Bugger," Harry thought. And he was still waiting to be sure if the new DADA teacher was a walking dead man.

{S}

"Ah, thank you, Filius. Now, you are dismissed." Albus said with his grandfatherly tone.

"No Professor Flitwick, as head of my house, stay," Harry said.

"Harry, my boy. He is not needed." Albus said, trying to keep his temper; this boy did not listen to him. This was a problem; the greater good demanded the boy obey him.

"Headmaster, I do not trust you, so he is needed." Harry sneered. "Also, headmaster, we are not friends or family. DO NOT EVER CALL ME YOUR BOY!" He shouted.

It was amusing; Flitwick agreed with him. His head of the house had issues with the headmaster. Ever since Albus had canceled punishment from some purebloods for bullying.

"Harry..."

"Also, quit the bullshit familiarity. It is Mister Potter to you like the student demanded." Flitwick stated.

The headmaster was shocked at Harry's hatred. Flitwick was only surprised by the amount of hatred his raven had for the headmaster. Filius agreed with the boy. Albus put Harry with a family that abused him. Filius would never forgive the headmaster for doing that.

Albus's shock was for another reason. He still could not understand why Harry showed clear hostility and a lack of trust towards him. This was unheard of. He was Albus Dumbledore, leader of the light after all. What he did was for the greater good. None should rebuke him for that.

"Fine, Mister Potter. Did you have to draw your wand on Mister Creevey?"

"I saw a flash. I thought I was under attack. Any attack needed to be retaliated against. That was proven on the express. Four people tried to kill me."

"Harry, you need to…"

"That is Mister Potter, Albus. You know better. The school's by-laws require us to only address students by their surnames." Flitwick demanded. He was already tired of the headmaster's antics. As a dueling champion; he would have cast first and asked questions later.

"Fine, Mister Potter, you are safe in this castle. You also must learn to forgive those that attacked you last year. You must learn to let them redeem themselves." Albus said. He was upset that Filius corrected him. The fact the boy refused to forgive the students would make him go dark.

"Why would I do that? Those fuckers tried to kill me last year! So did this school! Last year we had a Troll in the castle. The Cerebus! Then there was whatever killed Quirrell. Can you give me a magical oath that whatever killed him will never try to kill me, headmaster?" Harry said watching the headmaster.

Croaker had told Harry, Tom had killed Quirrell. Albus wince. Harry was sure that the headmaster also knew who killed the teacher. The question is, why was the headmaster not coming clean? Then Harry got it. Dumbledore did not want him to know that Tom had killed Quirrell and was still trying to kill him. Maybe he was at the castle for what was guarded by the Cerebus? That was worse, that would mean Albus purposely wanted Tom and him to meet.

He could expect that his death at Tom's hand would be horribly and painful, knowing his luck. He would further bet, the headmaster would never tell him the truth.

"Headmaster, what will try to kill me this year? The fucking castle is not safe; at least as long as you are the headmaster here." Harry pointed out. "Now back to your pacifism and other bull shit attitudes. Those tossers tried to kill me.

Anyone who does that deserves to die. The law even allows me to do so."

"Mister Potter, you must listen to me. Ignoring my orders are a path that will make you dark." Albus said, a little heat in his voice.

"Why the fuck should I let people like that have multiple chances to kill me? Well, headmaster? I should just let them kill me?

"Mister Potter, they can be redeemed," Albus said.

"Redeemed, cold-blooded killers cannot be redeemed. I should let them have multiple chances to kill me for your fucking greater good or redemption; whatever that fucking means?" Harry said with anger in his voice.

"It means you will remain in the light, Mister Potter. I cannot allow you to go dark. You are the hero of the light, a hero we all need." Albus said, still trying to maintain his disappointed grandfather persona.

"Why do you want me to remain in the light? You keep saying I have to, but you never give a valid reason why. Could it be the only reason you just want me to be a fucking martyr for the light faction?" Harry said watching Albus flinch. So Albus wanted him to die and die as a martyr. Good to know. He was also happy his guess scored true.

"Really, how can I see anything wrong with being dark if it means I am still alive to go dark? After all; was being dark, illegal?" Harry said. He hoped to provoke the old bastard. Maybe he would let more information slip out.

Albus tried one more time. "Mister Potter, you are so wrong. You need to stay in the light. Even if it means you die; you are a hero to the light and must remain so."

"Why must I be a hero of the light? Why won't you give me a real explanation?" Harry asked knowing the headmaster wouldn't give him an answer. Knowing whatever the real reason or reasons; it or they would not be good for him and political suicide for the old goat if they became known by the populous.

"Way, I see it, if I follow your orders, I would be a hero in the light but dead. Since gruesome deaths make martyrs better, let me guess you want me to die also?" Harry said with sarcasm. "Oh, such a wonderful fate." Harry wondered how his bride-to-be fit in with his death.

"Really headmaster; If I follow what I am doing, I will not be a hero, maybe a bit dark but alive and happy; follow your lead, be sad, and then horribly dead. Hard choices there; really hard choices."

"You must learn to stay in the light. You will have two nights detention with Filch cleaning the trophy room for drawing your wand on that student."

"Worth it. Is that all headmaster?"

"Yes. Mister Potter."

Harry then left with Flitwick. Both were smiling.

Dumbledore sighed. He had to get the brat back under control. Harry must never kill again. He must remain the epitome of a light wizard until he becomes the martyr the greater good demands of the boy.

Just maybe, the brat will die in a horrible and horrifically painful way that he deserves for not following his orders. After all, the brat should obey him; even though his orders would leave him with abusive muggles. His orders would also give Harry a wife that wanted him to get her pregnant as soon as possible, then she would help the headmaster kill him. Hmm, maybe he could blame the boy's death on Ginny. Then kill Ginevra to avenge Harry. The baby dies in the crossfire. It had potential.

{S}

"Why are you crying, Hermione" The seventh-year girl's prefect asked while brushing her hair.

"I want to be pretty like you," Hermione whined.

"Why, do you have a boyfriend?" Dismissed the prefect.

"Yes!" Hermione almost snarled.

"Really, well you are a bit young. What is wrong with your looks? You still have a few years to develop."

"I have these enormous teeth and my hair." Hermione cried.

"Well those are easy fixes. I thought you were complaining about your chest. Since Susan Bones and Lavender Brown are in your year.Next weekend go to Madam Pomfrey and ask her to fix your teeth. It is almost painless and takes but a few minutes. For your hair… I have got it. I will get you a drying brush and you will have to order sleek-easy conditioner yourself. A few days of both, your hair will be perfect. Now, in return, my cousin Lisa is having a bit of bother in transfigurations. Please help her a bit."

"Done." Hermione said with the first smile she had that day.

{S}

Except for Defense against the Dark Arts; Harry was liked this year. He got called into the headmaster's office for the first DADA class. The idiot teacher released pixies and then ran from the classroom. Rather than dealing with them,

Harry decided to use them as moving targets. Killing pests was perfectly acceptable; unless your name is Harry Potter. Then it meant you were going dark. Harry also noticed that neither Hermione nor Susan was called in for doing the same thing.

Harry was impressed with how lethal those two girls were. They seemed to have become fast friends. Susan also was Harry's friend now. Hermione did not seem to mind sharing him with Susan. She seemed to enjoy it. Girls!!!!!

{S}

Things were going well this year other than Lockhart. But today was Halloween. So he knew something bad was going to happen. So he was trying to avoid the feast. He had no intention of celebrating this day. Then while skulking away from the feast, things got worse. He heard something say kill. Then Harry rounded the corner. He stopped dead.

On the wall written in what looked like blood were the words: THE HEIR OF SLYTHERIN HAS REOPENED THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS. ALL ENEMIES OF THE HEIR BEWARE. Below the dripping words, Mrs. Norris lay on the floor next to a small puddle of water. She was completely frozen solid.

"Bugger!"

{S}

"Harry, my boy," Dumbledore said with a soft smile from behind his desk. "I'm sure you can understand why we are having this meeting."

"It is Mister Potter, asshole. I'm not your boy, Professor," Harry said firmly, the rage in his voice was audible. He had sat down in the chair across from Dumbledore after being brought to the office thanks to discovering Mrs. Norris.

Dumbledore's phoenix, Fawkes, jumped from his perch to land on Harry's shoulder, softly crooning. He was a beautiful bird and his trill was at least somewhat helping Harry's nerves to calm down.

"Why you impudent brat." Snape sneered from behind Dumbledore's shoulder.

"What are you even doing here? Sir?" Harry said glaring at the Potions Master.

"Harry, I trust Professor Snape, I assure you he…"

"I don't see what that has to do with anything, Headmaster." Harry turned his glare on Dumbledore. "If I'm going to be interrogated, I want my Head of House here." He knew that the headmaster didn't like it when Harry called for witnesses.

"That's enough, Harry," Dumbledore said firmly. "Now if you would please tell me what happened?"

"I already told you. Several fucking times, I might add. The story is not going to change. No matter what you want. So, I was heading back to my tower to get onto homework early. Then I found Mrs. Norris. The end. If you don't believe me that is your problem." Harry said with a snarl. "Where is Professor Flitwick? I demand him to be here. It is even in the by-laws which you know headmaster."

"You should have been at the feast," Snape said with a look of supreme satisfaction.

"So, take points for me not being at the

Feast."

"Everyone is required to attend the Halloween Feast, Harry. It is a celebration." Dumbledore smiled down at him but Harry just scowled.

"A celebration. Sure. Everyone seems to forget that I hate this day. Just because you want to celebrate it, why the fuck do you think I would want to do so? Are you bastards that unfeeling?"

"The Dark Lord was vanquished today you insolent little brat," Snape started but Harry cut him off.

"And my parents died today! Today was the day I was sent to live with my relatives because my parents were murdered!" Harry yelled.

"Today was the day Hermione almost died last year!" Flitwick just came into the room. "You fail to see it from my point of view. You think it is a celebration of the end of Voldemort. I see it as the loss of my parents; and that you should have got off your ass and killed him."

"Harry," Dumbledore started but trailed off as Professor Flitwick laid a hand on Harry's shoulder not occupied by Fawkes. Harry cringed down into the seat immediately falling quiet though Fawkes nuzzled against his cheek. Filius to his credit immediately lifted his hand as he noticed Harry's reaction.

"I believe that is enough, Albus." The Ravenclaw Head of House turned his stare onto first Snape and then Dumbledore. "You have been told to address Mister Potter as Mister Potter; not his given name. It is even in the school charter; we are not allowed to have familiarity with the students. The next time I hear you do it, I will require Mister Potter to go to the school board with his complaint."

Taking a breath, Filius continued. "The issue with misses Norris is beyond a second year. She was petrified by something very strong and likely very dark. Harry has shown a remarkable proclivity to being in the wrong place at the right time. He does that regularly. It is not that Mister Potter; did some herculean amount of unknown dark magic for a prank. If you have no further questions, I will take my raven back to his dormitory."

"Of course, Filius. Have a pleasant evening, Mister Potter," Dumbledore nodded to Harry. Harry just scowled at him and Snape before following Flitwick out.

"Thanks, Professor," Harry muttered as they walked away from the Gargoyle.

Flitwick nodded thoughtfully. "I always endeavor to support my ravens. Especially in situations where they are in the right, Mister Potter. This is a clear case of your bad luck. At least, I hope it is. Now, Mister Potter, as your Head of House, I should have been present in that meeting, to begin with. If something similar occurs in the future, know that you are allowed to refuse to say anything until I arrive. I will also check with your solicitor to see when they must send someone to be in on the conversation. If it matters; I am sure that you did not petrify Filch's cat. I can see you do that to Filch; you would not harm the cat. You are not a serial killer."

Harry laughed internally, not all serial killers have the three pillars. He didn't. He knew that he barely avoided being labeled an organized serial killer by Saint Mungo's as it was. "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." Harry said. Flitwick just gave a short laugh.

"You should never call me sir. I am here to make your seven years at this school easier unless you are a total prat." Flitwick continued.

It had the desired effect. The tension in Harry's shoulders had started to lessen. The two fell into silence until they answered the question from the portrait in the Ravenclaw tower. "I hope the rest of your evening improves somewhat, Mister Potter. Have a pleasant night." Flitwick finished as they were in front of the statue in the common room. With a wave of his arm, the doorway opened. Bypassing the riddle.

{l}

Hermione seemed to be getting on with her relationship.

It was the night before break. Harry sat on his bed. Hermione's arm rested comfortably across Harry's shoulder and not long after that it wandered back down so her hand could find Harry's thigh in the semidarkness. It stayed there but now and then the fingers would move like she was writing a message across the cloth. After a few minutes, Harry was more than half erect and struggling to keep calm. Hermione slid from his bed onto the ground.

"Wha-?"

"Shhh!" Hermione interrupted immediately, pressing a finger to his lips for emphasis. "Unless you decide you want me to stop," she added, as her hands moved slowly up Harry's thighs. Harry shook his head slightly before becoming too affected to do anything more than lose himself in sensation.

Harry's gaping mouth snapped shut against what could have been a groan, a moan, or a growl when Hermione palmed the now fully hard bulge. Hermione deftly slid Harry's boxers down his legs. Hermione did not break eye contact until Harry's prick sprang forth, then her attention shifted.

Hermione encircled his erection with a steady, exploring hand and Harry had to toss his head back, bite his lip, and close his eyes tightly to keep from making any noise. Hermione's hand gave a smooth pump and then another and Harry's mouth dropped open despite his resolve to remain silent.

Before any sound could escape, he was startled into returning his attention to the girl working his cock with a sure hand and solid strokes. Harry had time to stare down into warm, brown eyes for just a moment before Hermione moved her hand to touch Harry's lips to silently shush him once more before she opened her mouth and descended on his erection.

"Aah," Harry inhaled rapidly in surprise before gasping on the exhale, momentarily overwhelmed by the sensation of Hermione's warm mouth swallowing him. It was Harry's first blowjob. In between long inhales and exhales through her nose Hermione alternated her attention between torturing the sensitive, leaking head with constant pressure and movement from her skilled tongue and devouring most of Harry's length with what had to be the back of her throat. She had incredible suction and hot, firm cheeks pressing in from every direction on his length.

"Oh, ah, I…," Harry panted. She tormented him with escalating waves of pleasure. Soon he was succumbing, trying to warn Hermione that he was close. A hand found Harry's mouth easily despite the flashing darkness and then remained held against his lips as Hermione increased her speed and enthusiasm. Harry breathed in quick little bursts through his nose, curled his toes, and grabbed a handful of Hermione's hair. Hermione moaned softly around Harry in response and the sensation of it sent him over the edge. He closed his eyes against the overstimulating, bright-hot ecstasy flaring along the nerves from his groin to his spine as his hips struggled against the other of Hermione's hands in an attempt to thrust against the persistent mouth that was swallowing his release as he came.

Hermione withdrew, smiling and wiping his mouth with the back of the hand she'd used to silence Harry, and then rose from her knees and slid back up into the bed next to Harry.

Harry slumped, relaxing down into his bed. Hermione got up and removed all but a small thong. She got back in bed with him. They both snuggled together and then fell into sleep. This was also the first night with a girl in his bed. Harry was lucky; he had no roommate. Flitwick had granted that because of the hat.