The Midnight Bloodline

Monday:

Breakfast

Potions - Gryffindor and Slytherin

Transfiguration - Gryffindor and Hufflepuff

Defense against the Dark Arts - Gryffindor and Slytherin

Lunch

Charms - Gryffindor and Slytherin

Divination - Mixed elective

Dinner

Astronomy - Gryffindor and Ravenclaw

Tuesday:
Breakfast

Herbology - Gryffindor and Slytherin

Swordplay - Gryffindor and Slytherin

History - Gryffindor and Ravenclaw

Lunch

Care of Magical Creatures - Mixed elective

Physical Education - Gryffindor and Slytherin

Dinner

Free period

Wednesday:

Breakfast

Double Potions - Gryffindor and Slytherin

Charms - Gryffindor and Hufflepuff

Lunch

Transfiguration - Gryffindor and Slytherin

Defense against the Dark Arts - Gryffindor and Slytherin

Dinner

Astronomy - Gryffindor and Ravenclaw

Thursday:

Breakfast

History - Gryffindor and Hufflepuff

Physical Education - Gryffindor and Slytherin

Swordplay - Gryffindor and Slytherin

Lunch

Herbology - Gryffindor and Hufflepuff

Care of Magical Creatures - Gryffindor and Slytherin

Dinner

Divination - mixed elective

Friday:

Breakfast

Charms - Gryffindor and Ravenclaw

Transfiguration - Gryffindor and Slytherin

Defense against the Dark Arts - Gryffindor and Slytherin

Lunch

Potions - Gryffindor and Slytherin

Free period

Dinner

Free period

Wonderful, not only did he have the majority of his classes with Slytherin, which he expected, but he had every one of the lessons that his mates taught with Slytherin. Dumbledore was obviously trying to make life as difficult as he could, well two could play that game.
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Anisuke walked into the Potions classroom almost ten minutes early and took a seat near the front of the classroom. He was hoping that he would be able to pass through the class without having to talk to Ron or Hermione; he knew that if the two of them wanted to talk to him they would wait until the last minute outside of the door as he normally barely made it on time. As the classroom filled with students he found himself almost surrounded by Slytherin students that wouldn’t meet his eyes, except for Malfoy, he nodded before he took the seat on his right. Neville was the only Gryffindor that braved the Slytherins to take the seat on his left. Ron and Hermione entered separately only moments before class started, proving him correct.
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Snape strode into the classroom with his normal flair but almost lost his composure when he noticed that both Potter and Longbottom were sitting in the front of the class with his Slytherins and they looked comfortable. Draco was sitting right next to Potter and looked to be more relaxed then he could ever remember seeing his godson, it would seem that this year was going to be full of surprises; he only hoped that he survived. He wrote the instructions on the board, he was going to have them read over the history of the potion that they were going to make next class; he didn’t think they needed a review, if they didn’t remember that was their problem. He retreated to his desk and proceeded to discreetly watch his godson and the boy he found that he hardly knew anything about.
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Anisuke had already studied the potion that they were going to make the next class so he pulled out his Divination book from third year and started to read. He figured that while Trelawney was a fraud that only had the occasional prophecy, true seers existed so he might as well read the book.

He noticed out of the corner of his eye that Draco wasn’t reading about the potion either, which wasn’t all that surprising considering the fact that he was a Potion Master’s godson after all. After a few minutes he felt Draco’s eyes shift to him and he let him stare for several minutes before he put his book away and turned toward him at their table. “Is there something that you want to ask me, Draco?”

Draco seemed to be taken aback by the usage of his first name, but he recovered quickly enough as the students in the general area, all Slytherins, glanced over in interest. “I wanted to know several things. Why are you sitting with us? Whose side are you going to be on? Are those men really your mates and what exactly are they? And what kind of teachers do you think that they are going to be?” He spoke low enough that only those within a couple of seats would have a prayer of hearing him, unless they weren’t human of course.

Anisuke was actually surprised that he just came out and asked him, he thought that they would sit back and try to figure it out themselves. Not that he was going to complain of course. “Well, I’m sitting here because Hermione and Ronald would never sit anywhere near a ’snake’, I also wanted to be in one of the best seats in the classroom.” He tilted his head in thought. “As for what side I am on, I am and have always been on my own side. As far as the Light and the Dark are concerned, it would depend on who could explain their reasons for fighting this war the best.” All of the Slytherins in range gaped, though Draco managed to hold his composure, barely. “Those men are my mates and I love them all. As teachers they are all different. Sesshomaru will be very strict; do not take anything he says lightly. If he tells you to do something he expects you to do it immediately and will accept nothing else. Kouga is more relaxed and is more likely to let certain things slide, though he will expect everyone to do exactly what their told, he probably wouldn’t punish small pranks so long as they were on Hermione and Ronald.” Most of the Slytherins smirked. “Naraku is the one that you will have to watch out for; he could make even Voldemort look like a grandfather figure.” He watched as most of them paled, including Draco and Neville. “He is vicious and sadistic; if someone disobeys he will make their life a living, breathing hell on Earth. He is not a nice person in any sense of the world unless he considers you family, so if he says jump, jump.”

Anisuke turned back to the front and took his book back out, the others gradually turned back as they digested his little speech. He knew that he had scared them and he hoped that they took him to heart. Naraku was not Onigumo, but he was not a goody two shoes either. He loved the man and knew it was returned and he would trust him with his life, but he knew that none of the people that had hurt him in any way would be alive now if he hadn’t begged them all to leave it be.
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Anisuke left Potions with Neville and they both sprinted down the corridor with Hermione on their heels, they barely made it into the Transfigurations classroom without her cornering them, Anisuke almost pulled out his yokai speed to get away, but he didn’t want to leave Neville behind. They both knew that they would end up having to sit next to her in class but they were hoping that she would hold her tongue with a teacher present.

They both sighed as they took two seats at the front with Hermione huffing as she plopped gracelessly in the seat on Anisuke’s other side. “Harry, I need to talk to you.” Anisuke turned toward her, desperately trying to keep the disgust off of his face. “You can’t believe that horrible article in the Daily Prophet, I would never do something like that to you. You saved my life and you were my first best friend! I just want everything to go back to the way they were before. No one will even talk to me, and they just glare at me all the time, I can’t take much more. Please, you have to believe me.” She widened her eyes and tried to go for the most innocent look she could muster.

Anisuke could feel his temper slipping; she was actually trying to make him feel sorry for her. “Ms. Granger, I have no proof that anything in the paper was false, though I do have evidence that it was factual. So if you are intent to prove yourself to be a victim in this you will have to find something stronger then your word to do it.” He watched with a small sense of satisfaction as her face fell slack with shock and she looked to be almost hyperventilating. He turned to the front and ignored her as McGonagall walked into the room and gave her beginning year speech with almost half of it focusing on the fact that it was OWL year and they would be working twice as hard as usual, which earned a loud groan from Ronald that earned him detention on the first day of class.
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Anisuke walked into the Defense against the Dark Arts classroom with a rather nervous Neville following behind. Most of the Slytherins were already in the room and they were all quiet as they waited for the teacher, they obviously took his words to heart, that and the fact that the previous classes that had him today had at least seven kids being sent out of the room in hysterics, two had to be sedated. He sat in the empty seat next to Draco as Neville sat next to him. He couldn’t wait to see how they all reacted to Naraku.
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Naraku glided into the room with a glare already on his face, his previous classes were a sorry bunch of nitwits. His face lightened slightly when he saw that his little mate was sitting in the front row with the same boy that he had had dinner with last night. “Welcome to my classroom, not that I am particularly happy to see you here. Today will be an evaluation on your current knowledge or lack there of. I will call you up and you will tell me your full name, your age and what you are going to do after Hogwarts. I will then ask you a series of questions that you will answer immediately, I will then tell you the likelihood of you making it to your dream as you are now and what you will have to do to accomplish it. This relates to the class as it is OWL year which is one of the tests that will determine what classes you can continue to take and what you will be qualified to do after you leave the school.” Most of the students paled.

Naraku grinned as he stared at the terrified class in front of him and began his ’evaluation’. He sent quite a few students back to their seats in tears. “Ms. Granger.” He watched as the girl stood up and sauntered up to his desk as if she thought that she had nothing to worry about.

Hermione knew that she could do whatever she wanted when she got out of Hogwarts, she was the most intelligent witch in the school after all. “My name is Hermione Ann Granger and I am sixteen years old and I will be a politician when I graduate, one day I will be the Minister.” She stared at the professor as if daring him to say anything, she started to feel nervous when he just stared back as a smirk crossed his face and his eyes got a little darker.

Naraku watched as the little know it all’s confident façade faltered a bit before she managed to collect herself. “Are you a pureblood? Do you know a pureblood that will marry you? Do you have a multitude of friends and allies? How many people are there in Wizarding England? Why were the laws governing magical creatures created? Why are House Elves bound to Wizards and Witches? Why is the United States the only magically country that hasn’t been colonized by the magical community? What is the most common truth agent? What is the most powerful way of ascertaining if what you are hearing is the truth? How does the Ministry keep tabs on the Dementers? How is the Minister elected into office?”

Hermione paled as she tried to find the answers in her head. “I am not a pureblood. I don’t know if any of the purebloods I know would marry me.” She studiously ignored the cough that sounded suspiciously like ’no way in hell’. “I do not have many friends. I would say that there are only several thousand people in Wizarding England. The laws governing magical creatures were created because they are dangerous and need to be controlled. House Elves are enslaved to wizards because purebloods don’t want to do any of the work around their own houses.” Almost all of the students glared and several, Anisuke included, growled. “The United States is the home of the Salam Witch trails and they are too scared of a reoccurrence. The truth potion is the most common truth agent, and the most powerful way to know that what someone is saying is the truth. All of the Dementers are in Azkaban. The Minister is elected by popular vote.” She finished strongly, she knew that there were a couple things that she didn’t have the answers to, but they wouldn’t stop her.

Naraku tilted his head back and let out a sinister laugh that sent a shiver down the class’s backs, Anisuke was the only one that didn’t find it terrifying. “That’s rather interesting; you don’t have a chance in hell of getting to your little dream. The only muggleborn Minister was a woman who married a pureblood and had many connections through her husband, she was also one of the most popular students in Hogwarts, and she was killed by another muggleborn when she refused to give them a position of power just because he was also a muggleborn. There are several million magical people in England though some prefer to live in secret in the muggle world. Laws against magical creatures were created because the muggleborns that entered this world brought their fairy tales with them along with their irrational fear of anything that is not human, most magical creatures are peaceful and only want to be left alone. House Elves feed off of the magic of the wizard, witch or magical family that they are bound to, without the connection they would slowly starve to death. That is why Hogwarts has always lent a home to those House Elves that have been previously been released by their masters, the House Elves are bound to the castle and feed off of the collective magic of the inhabitants during the school year and the castle itself in the summer. No actual witches were harmed during the witch trials; after all there is a fire freezing charm.” He smirked at the blush that covered her cheeks. “The magic of Northern America is free flowing, channeling it properly through a wand is next to impossible without some sort of grounding ward in place, and this however makes it the perfect place for magical creatures to get away from the restrictions placed on them here. The most common way to tell if someone is telling the truth is the truth potion, but the song of a phoenix is the most powerful way. No one can lie during a phoenix’s song, though a phoenix can tell when someone is lying on their own. Dementers are under contract to the Ministry, they only stay in Azkaban because it is essentially a free buffet, you could tell if a Dementer left Azkaban as they would immediately begin mating, causing a very dense fog. The only exception would be if they were given a specific task to complete. The Ministry in no way controls the Dementers, they just offered them a good deal. The Minister is voted in by the Wizarding Gamut which is composed of one member of each of the noble pureblood houses. For example, Harry has multiple votes as he is the last remaining member of several noble houses. Draco’s father has a vote for the Malfoy family and his mother had one for the Black family before Sirius was cleared. So without any connections among the elite, you have absolutely no chance of making office, especially with your complete lack of knowledge on the culture of the wizarding government.” He took great pleasure in the look of horror that passed over her face and the tears that followed as she ran out of the room.

Naraku looked back at the list in his hands and continued with the evaluation, leading to several more breakdowns and a satisfied Neville, he really knew his plants, and Draco, he had all the knowledge and connections necessary to follow in his father’s footsteps. “Mr. Potter.” The name practically rolled off his tongue as he watched as his mate sauntered up to his desk.

Anisuke watched his mate’s eyes brighten as he walked up to the desk and turned to face both the class and Naraku. “My name is Harry James Potter-Aeroius-Taisho-Ookami-Miasma and I am fifteen years of age and will most likely either end up as a house husband or a professor of defense if the three of you allow me to work of course.” He sent a cheeky grin to his mate as he finished.

Naraku had to take a deep breath to keep from loosing his composure in front of the class. “What charm is used to repel Dementers? How do you repel a vampire? What are werewolves allergic to? What are some of the charms necessary to properly run a household? What are the charms necessary to run a nursery? How long is the average male pregnancy?” He greatly enjoyed the blush that spread across his mate’s face.

“The charm to repel Dementers is the Patronus Charm, which creates a spectral image of your guardian animal that is made of pure happiness that a Dementer cannot feed off of. Vampires can only be repelled through the use of the Solar Charm which creates a bubble of intensified sunlight around the caster that the vampire cannot enter. Werewolves are highly allergic to silver; the smallest amounts can sometimes be fatal. To run a household you would need to know the Freshening Charm, the Laundry Charm, basic and complex cosmetics charms, and you would need to know the proper way to host a party and how to treat your guests. The charms to run a nursery are essentially the same except the fact that you cannot use concentrated magic too close to the baby to prevent damage to the developing magical core. The average male pregnancy is six months long as the male form is not as equipped to deal with a long pregnancy.” Anisuke had to battle the blush all the way back to his seat after Naraku gave him a self satisfied nod to signal that he knew more then enough.

Naraku thoroughly enjoyed his mate’s answers though it left him with images of small green and red eyed children running about. “Mr. Weasley.”

Ronald walked up to the front of the classroom with a confident air; he didn’t need any knowledge for what he wanted to be when he graduated. “My name is Ronald Bilbus Weasley and I am fifteen years old. When I get out of Hogwarts I will be a professional Quidditch player.”

Naraku felt his eyebrows rise, what a childish goal. “What do you plan to do if you are not picked for a team? Do you even have a back up plan?” He watched as the boy’s confident stance faltered slightly. “It takes a great amount of skill to play professionally at any level, if you do not have what it takes to make it on the team, which is likely as you are not on the house team, you will need a back up plan to make a living. It takes a supremely arrogant person to focus only on an athletic career; there are thousands of people just like you with even more talent who won’t make it. What makes you think that you stand a better chance then they do?”

Ronald could feel his face heat up as he felt angrier then he had ever been before. “If you hadn’t come along I would have had everything that I needed to get whatever I wanted. I was the best friend of the Boy-Who-Lived, I would have been able to get any job I wanted, I would have been famous and rich, but you had to come along and spread those lies through the paper and take Harry away from me! I spent four years putting up with him whining about his relatives while he got handed everything on a silver platter, I deserve to be famous, not that whiny little bitch!” He almost wet himself as blood red eyes without whites focused on him and a terrifying growl filled the room.

Naraku felt the intense urge to rip the pathetic little whelp’s head off, even if he knew he couldn’t do it, at least not right now. “You will serve detention with me and Harry’s other two mates or any teacher of our choosing for the rest of the school year, every single day, including the weekend. You will also be forbidden to play Quidditch even in what little spare time you will have.” He saw that the boy was going to say something but silenced him with a look that could almost kill. “I can do this as you have not only insulted a fellow student in a vile and degrading manner, but you have also admitted to using that student to further your own agenda without any concern for his well being. You should feel grateful that killing you is not an option, though I would greatly enjoy it. Your parents will also be given a full report on your behavior.” He paused and let his words sink in. “Get out of my classroom and report for your first detention tonight after dinner with Professor Taisho.” The boy left at a dead run with a widening patch of moisture in the seat of his pants, if only he could have spread his innards throughout the school.
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The rest of the day passed with very little fanfare, Flitwick just gave his normal yearly speech with and extra bit about how it was OWL year, Trelawney predicted my death, and Astronomy was filled with students that could barely kept me awake. Anisuke ended up crawling into bed with a small hello to his smiling mates and fell asleep; he didn’t even stir when they joined him.
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Earlier that night

Ron shifted from foot to foot outside of the new professor’s classroom. He had no idea what to expect, he hadn’t heard anything about this professor yet but he had a very bad feeling about this. He hadn’t meant to say those things in Defense; he had just gotten so angry when that man had told him that he was stupid. Everything he had said was true though, if they hadn’t come along he would have been able to do anything that he wanted. All he would have had to do was say that he was the Boy-Who-Lived’s best friend and he would have been set, but now Harry wouldn’t even look at him.

Dumbledore had called him up to his office when he had been told that he was given detention and had tried to talk Professor Miasma to get him to let him out of it but the man had blown off Dumbledore. The only consolation that he had was that they couldn’t take away the fact that he was a prefect. He was a prefect and perfect Harry Potter wasn’t.

He opened the door slowly and entered the room to find it empty, the floor was covered in a series of mats and there were various weapons hanging on the walls. He spent several minutes just studying the different swords without paying attention to anything else in the room.

“You didn’t even managed to make it one day without showing your true colors, how utterly pathetic. One would think that you would at least have the intelligence to keep that rather large and loud trap of your’s shut.” The voice was sharp and cut to the core with very little effort, Ron spun to face the Professor that he had not met before the final word was spoken. The man looked like he could put the Malfoy’s to shame in the class department. Ron felt unworthy to even breathe in the same air and it made him almost irrationally angry.

“I don’t even understand why I have to be here. I haven’t done anything wrong, those stupid reporters are the ones that spread those lies about my family through the paper and Harry had to be stupid enough to believe them, it’s not my fault he’s a gullible little idiot.” He barely had time to flinch before the Professor was across the room and the weapons on the wall nearest him had been melted by a toxic green fog that was coming from the Professor’s hand. He gazed at the wall in horror before locked eyes with the Professor’s blood red eyes.

“You are a vile little brat that has somehow diluted itself into thinking that you are better then everyone else. You are not even worth this Sesshomaru’s time but this Sesshomaru going to spend this entire evening making your life a living hell until this Sesshomaru believes that you have started to understand your true place in this world and this Sesshomaru will enjoy each and every moment of it.” Ron felt true terror spread through his veins as a sadistic smirk spread across the Professor’s face as he towered over Ron and pointed to one of the swords on the wall. “Each of the weapons has been enchanted to cause no lasting harm but you will feel every hit as if you had been sliced open, let us see how long you can stay conscious before your body gives up.”

Ron barely had time to grab one of the lighter looking swords off of the wall before the Professor flew at him. He attempted to block but his efforts were useless as the sword was knocked aside with hardly any effort and it suddenly felt as if he had been sliced open. He screamed before he struggled back to his feet and looked up at saw that the Professor was coming at him again. “You can’t do this!”

The Professor stopped so suddenly that Ron felt almost dizzy just watching. “This Sesshomaru is the Professor in charge of your detention and you are not going to come to any lasting physical harm, those are the only protections that the Headmaster’s wonderful rules allow you. No other teacher may interfere in the detention and you cannot be physically harmed while in this classroom. Now let us continue.”

It was perhaps a good thing that the classroom was protected by silencing wards for the sanity of the student body as the screams that would have filled the school would have scarred many a young mind. By the time that Ron was allowed to exit the room he was in tears and had voided his bowls. He stumbled up the stairs to the Gryffindor Tower in what was left of his clothes with the knowledge that his next detention would be served with Professor Snape and he had never been happier to have a detention with that man to look forward to but Professor Taisho was no man, he was a demon incarnate.
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Anisuke found himself practically rushing down the hallway pulling a rather amused Neville along with him to get to his first class with Sesshomaru. They ended up being the first to arrive and Anisuke dropped Neville’s hand the moment they entered to throw himself at his first mate. Sesshomaru swung him around before placing him on his feet and laying a small kiss on his forehead. “Just take a seat wherever you want on the floor.”

Anisuke and Neville sat on the floor at the middle of the room and waited for the rest of the students. After experiencing on of the new teachers, most of the students were weary and sat as far away as they could. Anisuke noticed that Ronald was the last one to enter and he looked like he wanted to be anywhere but there. He reminded him of a cornered mouse.
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Sesshomaru waited until the little weasel took a seat to begin his class. “This class in called swordplay but not all of you could hope to properly wield a blade. This first class will be finding which weapon suits you. You will come to the front of the class and I will hand you various weapons and we will see which one activates as a spell has been placed to find whatever amount of natural talent you have for a weapon. Every class after this one will be held outside on the Quidditch field to practice.”

Each student was called up and had to work their way through the weapons on the wall until one of them glowed blue, which was the weapon they were to use for the rest of the year. They were called up by where they were sitting instead of by their last name, Sesshomaru started in the very back with a smirk. “Mr. Weasley.”

A trembling Ron made his way to the front as slowly as possible and refused to turn his back on the professor. He ran his hands down each of the weapons and was halfway down the line when a very soft blue glow came off of a pair of metal lined gloves, they were the only things that glowed. “A fist fighter, how plebian.” He was sent back to his seat with a blush as the strength of the glow indicated the natural talent, his was hardly visible and on a weapon that was hardly a weapon at all.

Anisuke couldn’t help but chuckle when Draco paled as Pansy ended up with a whip, what a wife she was going to make. Blaise Zabini ended up walking back to his seat rather satisfied with rapier. Hermione ended up with a bow and arrow. Draco found himself a surprise when he ended up with a broadsword. Neville blushingly made his way back to his seat after matching up with a rather large great axe. Anisuke ended up being one of the last to take his turn as no one wanted to sit in front of him. Many of the weapons let out a glow but the strongest by far, it almost blinded some of the students, was a rather wicked looking scythe.

Sesshomaru cast a tempus charm after Anisuke retook his seat; the class was nearing its end. “You do not have to worry about how heavy your melee weapon is as it will be under a gradually lessening feather light charm until you are capable of handling the full weight. Class dismissed.” The bell rang and many of the students were out of the room before it had even finished. This professor wasn’t as mean as the other but his very presence was more then enough to make most of them feel unworthy. Anisuke was the last one out and he made sure to shoot Sesshomaru a smoldering look over his shoulder as he hurried to his next class.
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The day passed swiftly and sooner then Anisuke thought he was plopping on the floor in Kouga’s classroom. Kouga wasn’t in the room yet and many of the students breathed a sigh of relief at having a little extra time to shore up some courage, they had no idea what to expect as the other students that had this class before them weren’t talking or saying that you had to experience it to understand. When every student was sitting in the room and getting rather nervous the door that led to the attached office burst open with a rather frustrated Kouga storming into the room causing several of the students to startle and several of the girls squealed. “Alright, I’m not even going to waste my time in testing how physically fit you lot are considering how pathetic every other class has been so far. You all need to understand that in a duel you need to be able to dodge when you can’t shield and keep moving; a stationary object is a hell of a lot easier to hit then a moving one. Every class from now on will be held on the pitch, the classes where we share the pitch with Professor Taisho will start as each class having half of the pitch but as each class progresses we will begin to integrate.” Kouga smirked at the confused faces and held back a laugh at the looks of horror that crossed the faces of the students that understood. “This means that they will be using weapons while you lot will use your gained speed and agility to keep from getting hit. All the weapons in that class are charmed to cause no physical harm though each strike will cause some pain, the amount of pain can be adjusted and will start off light and gradually get worse as the school year progresses so it shouldn’t be taken lightly.” He made sure to get his point across with a stern glare that let them know he was serious. “Since I already know that you’re all out of shape you may spend the rest of the class doing your homework for your other classes, but be aware that every class after this will be exhausting and I will not accept anything but all you have.”
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Ron almost sighed in relief as he showed up to the familiar Potions classroom for his second detention, he had never been so glad to walk into this room. He bore Snape’s snide remarks and set to work on the filthy cauldrons that had managed to accumulate over the last two days. He barely noticed the slight burn from the cleaning solution as he scrubbed them harder then he ever had before.
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Snape watched the Weasley brat with a small sense of awe, the boy did not complain, he set right to the task he was given and he was mercifully quiet as he put his all into scrubbing the cauldrons until they shined. It made a small shiver run down his spine when he thought about what kind of detention he had had with Taisho that had made the loud and obnoxious Gryffindor quiet and complacent. He watched the clock carefully and took note that Weasley jumped in fear when he stopped him for the night. “That’s more then enough, brat. Your next detention is to be held in the Physical education classroom tomorrow night with Professor Ookami, I would not suggest being late.” He noticed that the boy turned white as a sheet when he was told who would conduct his next detention. “You have five minutes to get to your dorms and change before your required prefect rounds.” The boy shot out of the room like a bullet and Snape leaned back in his chair to go over all he had learned from watching the boy all evening. Whatever Taisho had made him do or had done to him was traumatic, but as the boy had not raised charges it was likely legal. Of course with the lack of restrictions on detentions it wouldn’t be hard to torture the boy as long as there was no lasting physical damage. The rules used to be far stricter but Dumbledore had protested and got the rules loosened when he was still a professor and lowered then further as Headmaster.
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The next detention…

Ron stood outside of the classroom with a sense of dread building, he didn’t know if he could handle another detention like the first. As he finally gathered the nerve to open the door it swung open almost violently and he was met with a rather irritated Professor Ookami.

Kouga had given the boy five minutes to enter the room on his own and his patience was officially worn out. “Since you decided to waste five minutes staring at my door we will just have to make sure the rest of your detention more then makes up for it. We are going to go out to the lake and you will run laps around it until I feel you have done enough. Who knows, you might manage to burn off a little of that flab. Now get moving!”

Ron had never been so exhausted in his life, no matter how many times he ran around the lake Professor Ookami just insulted him and made him run another. All of the muscles in his body were on fire and he was completely drenched in sweat from head to toe, and it was getting harder to breathe with every lap. Every time that he tried to complain the Professor actually growled at him, he would have thought that he was a werewolf but the moon was full. He found himself almost wishing that he had kept his big mouth shut, sure he thought that Harry deserved everything bad that happened to him for having all that fame and money that he wanted but he should have known better then to say those things with one of his mates in the same room.

Just when he thought that his body was going to give out entirely the Professor ordered him to stop in a tone that clearly said that he was completely disgusted which caused Ron’s cheeks to tint. “That is more then enough you pathetic excuse for a male, I have seen five year olds with better speed and stamina, let us hope that you improve before we merge with Swordplay. Get back to your dorms and wash some of that stink off of you before you make your prefect rounds or the other children will be able to smell you coming. Your next detention will be the one that you earned from Professor McGonagall and will be served with her.”

Ron barely managed to drag himself up to the dorm and spent most of his rounds after a quick shower leaning against one of the walls staring at a picture of a lion until his scheduled time was up before collapsing into bed, trying to ignore the way that his legs were cramping. At least he could look forward to a day without torture as the worst McGonagall would do was make him write lines or clean her classroom.
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The next morning started off with a bang as what could only be a Howler arrived for Ron. As the voice started screeching it was clear that it was from his mother. “How dare you say such horrible vile things about sweet little Harry! You had better apologize to him until he decides to forgive you or there will be hell to pay when you get home young man!” The Howler turned from where it was, floating in front of Ron, to ‘look’ at Anisuke, who was completely uninterested. “Oh Harry dear, you can’t believe all of those horrible lies that they spread in that paper, we would never have stolen any of your money, and we certainly haven’t been rolling in the stuff. I hope that you find it in your heart to forgive Ron, you know that he has a tendency to say things that he doesn’t mean when he gets angry.” It turned back to Ron to give him the customary Howler raspberry before tearing itself apart leaving an incredibly red Ron to flee from the hall without looking back.

Anisuke simply turned back to his meal and continued to eat until the table went quiet around him and he looked up to find Ginny standing next to him with a light blush on her face. “I just wanted to let you know that I would never do anything like what those papers were implying, you saved my life in my first year. I owe my very life to you.” Most of the people present didn’t notice the faint line of light that connected the two at her words; by admitting it in a room full of magical people she sealed the life debt that she owed Anisuke. “If you ever need anything at all even if it’s only to talk let me know.” She managed to blush an even deeper shade of red before she left the hall even faster then her brother before her. Anisuke just sighed before focusing back on the food before him.
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The day passed with little fanfare for Anisuke, he barely paid attention during his classes as they were now only going over what they were expected to learn this year as well as warnings about how important the OWLS were going to be in their future. Even his mates had to go through the syllabus as well as the same speech the other professors had given; the only thing that kept Anisuke awake was the thought of what would happen the next day.

His mates had decided to complete their evaluations of the professors separately; first Kouga would give his, followed by Sesshomaru and finally Naraku. Kouga was going to start with Charms, Flitwick was an excellent teacher so their was no doubt in Anisuke’s mind that he would pass, but it would be funny to see how flustered the little man would get with Kouga sniffing about.
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Ron knocked on the Transfiguration classroom door with what little strength he had as his muscles were still almost unbearably soar from the other night. He almost sighed in relief when he was told to sit at the front of the room and write lines until McGonagall was satisfied with him. He thought that it would be easy until he started to write and realized what she wanted him to write. ‘I will learn to keep my mouth shut and to respect those who deserve it, including Mr. Potter and his mates.’ He had to force himself to stay quiet; he shouldn’t have to write something like that! He wrote it though; he knew that McGonagall wouldn’t let him out of this room until she was satisfied.

McGonagall watched the boy force himself to write the phrase on the board with dispassionate eyes, she used to consider him to be one of her finest lions even with his flaws, but he had certainly shown his true colors. The boy thought that he deserved everything in the world that he wanted and was not afraid of trying to take it. The very thought of him using Harry to make himself rich and famous made her stomach turn, the boy would learn his place, even if she had to turn a blind eye to anything that Harry’s mates wished to do. Lily and James would never forgive her for leaving their baby boy with those muggles, but she would spend the rest of her life trying to make it up to them and Harry.

When she finally decided that the boy had done enough for tonight she bade him to stop and walked him to the classroom door. “Your next detention is to be held with Professor Miasma and I would recommend that you do not arrive late.” The door slammed shut with a bang, leaving Ron alone in the hall to pale and shudder.
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Voldemort found himself entertaining thoughts of one Harry Potter only this time there was no urge to maim or kill attached to them. He had read the article in the Daily Prophet and found himself conflicted; the boy seemed to share a similar childhood to his own. He could freely admit that some of the blame for it rested on his shoulders, but the majority of it was Dumbledore’s fault, another child that he tried to turn into a weapon, just as he had tried to do to him when he was a boy.

He had placed the word out throughout his ranks that no one was to attack or insult the boy or his mates for the time being, this matter bore watching. When he had received a missive from Lucius about what Potter had said to his son in class the wheels started turning and plots unfolded in his mind, this situation may turn out in his favor.
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Anisuke spent most of breakfast the next morning trying to ignore Ginny, who was trying to gain his attention by flashing what little cleavage she had in his direction and it was starting to ruin his appetite. He was also looking forward to watching Flitwick deal with Kouga. At the end of the meal he grabbed Neville, who was starting to get used to being dragged through the halls, and headed toward Charms to make sure that he had a good seat for the show.

Everything started out normally enough; Flitwick gained everyone’s attention and let them know that Kouga was going to be observing the class. The fun started when he started to explain that they were going to be learning about minor glamour charms and Kouga’s head snapped up. “Excuse me, are you saying that they are entering their fifth year and they’re only now learning about glamours?”

Flitwick seemed almost shocked that Kouga had interrupted him. “Well, most of the first and second year is spent making sure that the muggleborn students are caught up in learning the basics of how charms work along with the proper wand movements and pronunciations.”

Kouga’s head tilted to the side, almost like a puppy and Anisuke hid a grin. “Why doesn’t Hogwarts offer a tutoring course or a pre-entry course for muggleborn students so they don’t drag everyone else down?”

You could tell that Flitwick was starting to get a little flustered. “Most muggle parents have a hard enough time dealing with magic when their child is eleven so we can’t really start only muggleborns two years earlier and Dumbledore is the one that has to approve any new courses that are presented by the Board of Governors barring those assigned by the Ministry and the purebloods on the board have never put it up for his approval.”

“That is not entirely true, the transcripts from several of the discussions they have had over the years show that they have put the issue forth thirty-seven times with just as many denials. Why wouldn’t the purebloods want to educate the muggleborns early if it would help their own children get more out of their schooling instead of having to learn from their parents every summer?” Kouga leaned back in the chair he was using as he gazed at the rather stunned Flitwick. “I could accurately assume that every pureblood or half-blood in this room, except for a few slower individuals,” his eyes roved over an embarrassed Ron, “already know how to cast most of the common glamours as well as several of the more complex. In fact most of the females are probably wearing them right now.” Half the females in the class blushed cherry red.

Flitwick looked positively flabbergasted, he honestly believed that the issue just hadn’t been brought up; his faith in Dumbledore took a plunge as his face hardened slightly. “Unfortunately I can’t do anything on my own, though I would be more then happy to help with any classes like that if they were presented in the future.” His posture relaxed at the wolfish grin plastered itself across Kouga’s face as he turned to continue his class.
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Ron shook the entire trip from the Gryffindor common room to Professor Miasma’s classroom, out of all of the new teachers Miasma was the scariest, hands down. He knocked the moment that he arrived at the door; he was smart enough to know that pissing the professor off was not a very good idea.

The door swung open with a terrifying squeak to reveal that the entire room was veiled in shadows; he couldn’t even tell if the professor was even in the room at all until his voice floated from the depths of the room in barely more then a whisper. “Come in Mr. Weasley, we have so much to discuss…”

Ron trembled as he entered the room slowly only to jump in fright as the door slammed closed behind him, leaving him in complete darkness. He pounded on the door for several minutes until he felt something brush against his leg in the dark. He tried to keep himself from breaking down; the professor couldn’t physically harm him right?

He blindly reached out in the darkness trying to find something solid to hold onto, he would have even settled for grabbing the professor, but no matter how much he searched he couldn’t find anything to grab onto, it was almost if he was in an abyss. The only solid thing in the room was the floor and whatever kept brushing against him. His movement became almost frantic as he ran desperately in first one direction and then another frantically reaching ahead; there had to be something or someone in this room, he had heard the professor’s voice!

The thing that brushed against him began to ram into him at random intervals, startling him into screaming with every pass until he fell to the ground and curled into a ball. He couldn’t take it anymore, he would never insult anyone ever again, at least not Harry, if only he could have a light even a spark would do.

By the time he was sent back to the dorms at the end of his detention Ron was in a daze and hardly acknowledged anything or anyone. He only came to when he entered the dorm room to find it bathed in darkness. He almost hyperventilated as he ran back to the comforting warmth of the fire and stared into the glowing flames until he slipped into haunting dreams of never-ending darkness and loneliness. He awoke the next morning before anyone else, feeling as if he hadn’t slept at all with the dark circles under his eyes to prove it. The vow that he had made during the detention faded from his mind as a new, more dangerous and stupid vow took its place. He would make them pay for making him live through this, he was a Weasley and he would show them all that he wasn’t to be taken lightly, starting with that ingrate.
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By the end of the third week which had passed much like the first one had Dumbledore found himself more irritated and enraged then he had thought possible. So far those idiotic mates of the boy wonder had managed to turn one of his most loyal teachers against him as well as terrify most of the student body into submission. Flitwick had stormed up to his office after Ookami had evaluated him and had actually yelled at him! The man had dressed him down for over an hour about how muggleborns should be allowed to learn the basics without holding the other students back and that he had no right to refuse them the chance to do so. It had taken every ounce of his control to keep from pulling his wand on the little half-breed and curse him into oblivion.

The other thing that he had found particularly worrisome was the drastic change in the two puppet members of the previous ‘Golden Trio’. Hermione seemed to have decided to focus on making herself more popular and was now spending her time between studying in the library and trying to get some of the more popular pureblood and half-blood girls to spend their time with her. Ronald, on the other hand, had buried himself in the library and had actually been studying, though no one was quite sure what it was that he was so interested in. His puppets were not sticking to the carefully laid plans that he had set them up with years ago. A headache started to develop as he tried to find a way to set everything back on track.
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Anisuke leaned back against Neville as Luna sat across from them with her normal dreamy expression on her face. They were out by the lake after spending the largest portion of the morning dodging Ginny’s attempts to get Anisuke to notice her. If it wasn’t her it was Hermione trying to convince him that she was his friend and that he needed to let her back into his life, it was starting to get on his very last nerve.

“Harry, do you think that it would be better to follow a snake trail then a trail of honey.” Luna was looking to the sky as her voice drifted over to him.

“I think the snake would be the safer bet, at least it might listen to reason while the bee that laid the honey trail would likely sting first without thought.” Anisuke had a feeling she had seen something about the war. She didn’t talk about it much but both males knew that the reason she was so ‘loony’ was that she lived both in the present and the future.
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Later at lunch Anisuke understood what Luna had been hinting at when a large eagle owl landed in front of him at the table and stuck its leg forward with a rather impatient glare. He relieved the bird of its burden and watched as it took back off with a huff before stuffing the letter into his robe to read later on. If his hunch was right he had just received a letter from the Dark Lord in the Great Hall, it definitely didn’t increase his faith in the protection the school was supposed to offer.

When he finally opened the letter within the safety of his room his thoughts were confirmed with the spidery letters that filled the parchment.

The increasingly infamous Boy-Who-Lived:

I have heard many interesting things about you from my followers’ children over the last couple of weeks and I find myself to be intrigued.
They have told me that you have finally started to see the old man for the manipulative puppeteer that he is behind his mask. They also tell me that your mates are some of the most Slytherin individuals that they have met, which I find very interesting. The Gryffindor lion is mated to three snakes.
You have expressed the interest to know what exactly I am after and far be it from me to keep you in suspense.
I desire a complete separation from the Muggle World and the purifying of the taint they have left. Muggleborns should be taken at birth and given to pureblood families to raise not only to keep them from holding the other children back in school, but also to keep any other children from feeling the same prejudice that both you and I are familiar with. I may yet be convinced to go on a case by case basis with this, though the parents of any muggleborn that keeps the child would have to be sworn to secrecy and the children would have to be tutored before school, I will not have them holding pureblood and half-bloods back due to ignorance.
All laws that limit the rights of any magical creature need to be abolished. Magical creatures deserve to be respected for they are far more magical then any human could hope to be. Irrational fear has limited our society for far too long and something needs to be done before it collapsed on itself.
Those are just a couple of the things that I wish to see changed and I do hope that you give me the opportunity to tell you more at a later date, but for now I will leave you to think over my words and should you desire more knowledge you can send future letters through the son of my right hand.

If you wish to share this letter with your mates you will have to translate as I wrote it in Parseltongue to keep it from the grasp of the coot.

Voldemort


Anisuke found himself staring blankly at the letter for several moments before he managed to pull himself out of his daze to think about the implications of the letter. He could honestly see where Voldemort was coming from though he had to admit that his methods left something to be desired, though with Dumbledore around they were the only ones really open to him at the time. He would definitely need to see what his mates thought of the letter, he was already sure that Voldemort and Naraku would get along like two peas in a pod if given the chance.
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Anisuke rolled out of bed the next morning with the innate feeling that something was going to go horribly wrong today; it was the very same feeling he got every time he ended up coming face to face with Voldemort or the brunt of Vernon’s anger. It was a wary Anisuke that walked to breakfast with both eyes and ears open. He watched the room and the people around him carefully and couldn’t find the urge to eat anything at the table. Breakfast passed without incident, but his instincts were justified on the way to first period when he had to pull Neville out of the way of a Cutting Curse. They had decided to take a rarely used shortcut and apparently they weren’t the only ones.

When Anisuke spun around to face their attacker he was somewhat less then surprised to see an enraged Ron Weasley standing halfway down the hall breathing heavily with his wand drawn. He ignored the panting Neville for the moment to focus on his former best friend. “Why am I not surprised that you managed to sink to the level of Wormtail so very quickly?”

A wordless snarl left Ron as he started to close some of the distance between them. “You’re the traitor here! I’ve had to put up with your whining and hero complex, almost getting killed year after year and you go and ruin my family with that stupid article. No one will even talk to me anymore because they think that I’m a thief!” His face was flushed a blood red and he was starting to shake in his enraged state. “Then you start fucking those three evil men and you ignore me completely without listening to my side of things at all. Those mates of yours are worse then He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named; the things that they have done to me in detention have to be illegal and after I’m through with you and the pathetic excuse for a wizard behind you I’ll make sure that they suffer for every single thing they have done to me.”

Anisuke honestly tried to stop himself but with every word that came from the weasel it got harder until he found himself almost hysterically laughing without taking his eyes off of the diluted human. “Even if you somehow managed to kill me, which is laughable at best, my mates would rip you into little pieces and put you back together only to do it again until there was nothing left of what small amount of brain matter you have left.” Anisuke took a defensive stance and waited for Ron’s barely there control to snap completely. “I’m simply amazed that you have convinced yourself that you actually stand a chance against either Neville or myself, the only reason you passed any of your classes previously was because of Hermione doing your homework and me forcing you to practice. Frankly I would be shocked if you managed to wind me.”

That certainly did it, Ron bellowed in rage as Neville took cover behind a suit of armor to watch the fireworks. Anisuke calmly dodged the series of low level curses that Ron shot at him without even trying to properly aim. He had to admit that he was rather impressed when the curses got darker and less legal, Ron must have been studying all this time just to attack him, how flattering. He knew something that Ron obviously hadn’t taken the time to look into though.

Ron was from a family that was heavily set in the Light side of magic; they even stayed away from the spells that could be considered Gray and Dark Magic took a level of control and familiarity that Ron just didn’t have. To control Dark Magic you had to be gradually worked up from the lowest level curse to the highest and you had to be careful with how many curses you used at a time. Dark magic requires emotions both negative and positive and the emotional drain is enough to permanently damage the core if the user isn’t careful and Ron was anything but a careful individual. Anisuke could already see the curses getting weaker as Ron’s core rebelled against being used.

When Ron actually started using highly illegal curses that even a Death Eater would think twice about Anisuke decided that this farce had gone on long enough. He ended the duel with probably unnecessary force with a blasting curse that absorbed the power from the last curse the Ron had cast and sent him flying down the long hall and into the wall with a sickening crack that signaled the breaking of several ribs at the very least. Anisuke felt a little sorry for him as he cast the Patronus Charm to alert a professor about the issue. He had read about the charm being used in times of war to carry messages without the risk of the message being intercepted. Neville walked back over to him from where he had been waiting for the end of the duel and they sat down right in the middle of the hallway to wait for a professor to get to them.
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Snape was just starting to give his first class their instructions when a stag patronus burst through his door and stopped less then two feet away from him, he was on his feet in an instant as he flew out of the room with the patronus running ahead of him. He knew exactly who that patronus belonged to and that if he didn’t respond he would have hell to pay.

When he rounded the corner he was met with the very last thing that he had ever expected to see. Potter and Longbottom were sitting at one end of the hallway eating what looked to be crumpets and drinking tea while Weasley was unconscious against a wall at the other end of the hallway with a bit of blood leaking out of the side of his mouth. “Do I even want to know what happened here?”

Anisuke looked up from his little tea party and gave Severus a look that reminded him strongly of his godson before he told a story about getting one over on someone he felt deserved it. “Well, professor, we were making our way to our first class when I had to divert to one of the side hallways with Neville to avoid a cutting curse that had been shot at us by Ron. He then proceeded to follow us for a ways, shooting curses all the while, until we stopped here and I turned to confront him. He said some very derogatory things about me and my mates before he started using curses that gradually got more illegal until I decided that things had gone far enough and used a blasting curse and ended the duel.” Anisuke looked down the hallway with a sneer. “You could use Prior Incantatum on his want to see that the spells he was using would be more then enough to expel him at the very least.”

Severus nodded as he made his way toward where Weasley had dropped his wand, most likely after he had been blasted down the hallway and watched the results of the spell with wide eyes. There were spells on this wand that even he wouldn’t use if he was met with James Potter and no laws holding him back. “You both should get to your class and let your professor know that I will take responsibility for you being late. I’ll take him to the Infirmary and speak with Dumbledore.” He looked up at the two boys as they cleaned up their mess. “Send McGonagall to my class to cover on your way.” He swept away with Weasley’s body floating behind him, mysteriously bouncing into a wall every now and then.
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Dumbledore was sucking on one of his lemon drops while trying to think of a way to get his puppet back under his control when the door burst open and Severus came striding in with a look on his face that he hadn’t seen in quite some time, amusement. His cloak swirled as he gracefully perched onto one of his comfiest chairs. “I just found Mr. Weasley unconscious in one of the lesser used hallways after he attacked both Mr. Potter and Mr. Longbottom.”

Dumbledore blinked in shock as Severus continued without giving him time to catch up. “Mr. Potter informed me that Mr. Weasley had followed them and attacked them with gradually darker curses until he felt the need to use a blasting curse to stop him. I used Prior Incantatum on his wand and found spells that he had no business even knowing at all. I delivered the boy to the Infirmary to receive treatment for his injuries and alerted the Board of Governors before I came to inform you of the situation as it will be up to them if the boy is allowed to return to classes with the Ministry’s new restrictions. Unfortunately I need to return to the class that I am currently missing, good day Albus.” Severus left the office as quickly as he had come with a pleased smirk on his face as he finally managed to flabbergast that old codger.
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Beyond the well…

“Inuyasha, are you even listening to me!” Kagome’s shrill voice seemed to ring throughout the entire village and Inuyasha was tempted to say that no one in the village hadn’t heard her, but the sit wasn’t really worth it. “Ever since that fox came and took my Shippo none of you have listened to a word I’ve said and I’m sick of it. What would you do if I went back to my time and left you without any way to find those jewels and you stayed a pathetic little half breed for the rest of your life?!” Her face was bright red and she had her hands on her hips as she continued on her newest tirade. “I am the only one that can find the jewels other then that undead bimbo that’s trying to kill you so you should listen to what I say!”

It wasn’t Inuyasha that intervened, but Sango. “Give it a rest. Most of the jewel is with Lord Anisuke and I don’t think he will be willing to just hand it over anytime soon. What we should be doing is trying to find out where Onigumo is and taking care of him before he gets too strong for us to handle.”
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Kanna was conversing with Naraku through the mirror when Shippo and Rin ran into the room giggling over something or other and grabbed her and dragged her out of the room saying something about flowers, a dress and Jaken. Naraku deactivated the mirror several moments later with a smile on his face, though he would deny it to the death.
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Back to the future…

Dumbledore was still trying to overcome the shock that Severus had dropped in his lap when the entire Board of Governors and the Minister himself arrived through the floo and the office automatically enlarged to seat them all in a semicircle facing his desk. The first one to speak was Cornelius and his tone was none too pleased. “This kind of thing is why I felt the need to install professors here, there is obviously something wrong with the way that you have run this school. That boy is recorded as having been given detentions by two professors on his very first day in class, one of the professors gave him detention for the entire year for the gross degradation of the very student he attacked today. All of this should have lead to some kind of action on your part to reverse his behavior and yet you even let him keep his position as a prefect, a position that he did not earn in the first place. The boy has some of the worst grades in the school and has shown anger issues repeatedly in the past.”

Lucius seemed to look at Cornelius in a new light for a moment before his voice joined the fray. “It would seem that the Minister has a very valid point. The boy was given a position that he most certainly did not deserve and the power has gone straight to the boy’s head. If you combine that with the discoveries made over the summer it paints a very unflattering picture of Mr. Ronald Weasley. I vote to have the boy suspended without possession of his wand until the Wizarding Gamut is convened to judge whether he should be charged with attempted murder, which many of the spells on his wand indicated.” Every one of the members of the Board nodded as well as Cornelius.

“Surely the situation is not so serious. The boy may have a bit of a temper on him but he has never done anything to show that he is a danger to anyone in this school including young Mr. Potter. I’m sure that the problem can be solved within these walls. As for the prefect position, it was given to him because of the numerous school awards that he won over the years.” Dumbledore tried to keep his tone as comforting as possible to try to sway the members of the Board that he knew but their faces remained closed off.

Cornelius stood slowly and looked down on Dumbledore with an almost stunned look on his face. “You are absolutely incredible, old man. The boy is clearly unstable. His first year he immediately attached himself to Harry like some kind of leech while leading him into a confrontation with an insane professor that almost killed him, while you were who knows where. Second year he ended up leading Harry down to face a basilisk by himself as he waited in the wings for his little bit of glory. Third year ended with Harry almost getting killed by Dementers, which you failed to inform me were rather attracted to him, as well as a professor that had not taken his wolfs bane. Mr. Weasley was the only reason that Harry ended up in the situation to begin with. Fourth year Mr. Weasley turned his back on Harry and spent most of the year spreading rumors about him that focused on how much of a liar he was and how fame hungry he was. Every award that he won was because he led Harry into a dangerous situation and watched as Harry handled it.” Cornelius looked at the men around him that were nodding before focusing on Dumbledore’s stunned face. “I hereby grant all of Harry’s mates with the power as High Inquisitors, they can not only evaluate the staff but also immediately fire anyone that they deem unfit. They will also have the power to create new rules as well as abolish any old rules that they feel are inadequate. You will need to inform Mr. Weasley that he is to be sent home while his wand is kept at the Ministry as evidence and that he will need to acquire a legal representative for his upcoming trial. Good day Albus.”
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