Harry Potter And The Delinquient.

Author's Notes: Okay I think there's been enough of a break for the moment now it's time to get back to business. Hunter's back in the hot seat and this time he's not alone. Also Hunter learns a MAJOR secret about his father and you will never believe what it is.

The thrill of their first performance carried the friends through the following week and by the time it wore off they were already beginning to get psyched for their next performance at the dance.

However, as February drew to a close Angelina had no choice but to bring them back down to earth and get them ready for their final Quidditch match of the season. While they only needed to win the match in order to win the Quidditch Cup, Hunter's last fight cost them the lead in the House Cup standings.

Of course Gryffindor couldn't blame all of it on Hunter because the twins and Lee had also cost them an additional 100 points due to unauthorized use of fireworks while working out the pyrotechnics for the show in the Great Hall. They might not have lost any points except for the fact that it happened twice during meal times.

So now Gryffindor was down by 250 points with only one game left to make up the difference. Hunter sat in his room smoking a cigarette feeling like a kid sent to his room without dessert. Harry and Ron entered a short while later looking totally exhausted. In fact they were too tired to even ask Hunter to put his cigarette out.

"Hitler finally calls it a night?" Hunter asked taking one last drag off his cigarette before putting it out. It was a bit of a running joke between the band and crew that Angelina was channeling Oliver Woods but since Hunter had never met Oliver he called her Hitler instead, after the most fanatical Dictator he could remember.

"Hail." Ron said before collapsing on his bed face first. Harry started to laugh but he too collapsed face first on his own bed causing Hunter to laugh at the both of them. Their only response was a pair of one-fingered salutes he had taught them last month.

"Sorry I'll leave that to your ladies." He replied to the gestures. As if on cue both Hermione and Cho entered the room. "And speaking of angels," Hunter laughed.

Cho giggled as Hermione spoke, obviously having trouble keeping a straight face. "Band meeting downstairs in ten minutes." she said. Both girls quickly turned around and left as Harry and Ron looked up and at each other before turning to look at Hunter in confusion.

Hunter shrugged. "Don't look at me, I didn't call a meeting." The boys didn't know what was going on so Harry and Ron quickly showered and changed before heading down with Hunter.

As they enter the common room they saw Neville modeling a set of dress robes with the band's logo on the back. Hunter stops in his tracks, his eyes wide with horror. "Oh HELL no," he says stepping back slowly. "No way forget it."

Katie walks over to him smiling. The look on her face tells him that she had called his reaction correctly. "Hunter, don't jump to conclusions," she says softly. "Come and sit down and we'll explain everything." He nods and allows her to lead him to the couch but still looks like he might bolt at any minute.

Ginny stands up and gives Hunter her meanest glare before standing next to Neville. "THESE are for the CREW." Her expression softens as she sees him shrink into his seat, properly ashamed of himself for jumping to conclusions.

She gives a quick whistle as Cho comes out wearing heeled sandals, stockings and a floral sundress under Ginny's band jacket. Lee enters the room wearing loafers, slacks and white dress shirt under Ron's band Jacket. "These are what the band's wearing.

Hunter gulps at the thought of wearing a dress shirt but nods his approval of the outfits for the dance. Katie laughs as she kisses her boyfriend. "You are so cute when you're embarrassed." His only response is a tickle attack, which causes everyone to laugh at them.

Later that night Harry and Hunter are sitting up in the common room going over the songs for the show. "I think you should take this one Harry." Hunter says showing the song to him. "I think your voice suits it.”

Harry looks at the lyrics and hums the melody. "I don't know," he says. "I might not still have a girlfriend come Easter."

Hunter looks at him confused. "Something wrong between you and Cho?"

Harry nods. "She keeps asking me about how Cedric died and I don't want to talk about it."

Hunter nods understanding. "I know how that is." He lets out a small laugh. "Katie kept hounding me talked to her about my problems."

"That's different," Harry began but quickly shut up realizing he was about to cross into dangerous territory.

Hunter took pity on the bass player. "You're right it was different. My past is a lot darker then most and there are things best left forgotten." Hunter pulls out a cigarette and lights it. He takes a drag and looks at Harry. "I'm not saying tell her everything, I'm sure there are details you'd rather not bother her with, but you should tell her."

"Like you told Katie?" Harry snapped without even thinking. He was greeted by one of Hunter's, now, famous stares. The look of rage in his eyes terrifies Harry. Hunter looks away from Harry and get up and walks over to the fireplace.

"I haven't told Katie everything about my past," Hunter says. "But she knows what she needs to." He tosses the remainder of the cigarette into the fire. "If you want to keep Cho tell her so she can make her peace and move on."

Hunter heads towards the stairs. "Take the song if you want it I don't care." He heads up to bed leaving Harry alone and feeling like a total git. He knew Hunter was just trying to help and that he had been right. Harry also knew how sensitive Hunter was about his relationship with Katie.

Harry decided to apologize to Hunter in the morning and talk to Cho after the game. He headed to bed as well and found Hunter's curtains closed and music playing. Yeah, I screwed up.

On the day of the game Hunter was in the common room setting up for the party. Angelina had banned him from attending the game claiming he would bring them bad luck. Hunter had laughed at the silly superstition but didn't mind.

Harry had tried to apologize but Hunter told him to forget about it. He told Harry they were both tired and that as far as he was concerned the matter was closed. Harry had agreed to do the song and they decided to keep it a surprise until the show.

As Hunter was finishing his preparations Professor Dumbledore entered the room. "Greetings Mr. Hunter," The wise wizard said. "All is going well I hear."

Hunter doesn't look at the Headmaster as he finishes checking the equipment for the band's jam session tonight. "We're all set," He says running through one last sound check. "The play list in on the table behind you." He tells the Professor making a few minor adjustments to the instruments as needed. "The lyrics are underneath."

The Headmaster smiles at the young man as he reads over the songs and lyrics. "You seem to have quite a selection," he says with a twinkle in his eyes that Hunter doesn't seem to notice. "Might I request an addition to your list?"

Hunter completes the sound check as Dobby appears carrying a rather large tray of finger foods. "I'm listening," he says as he turns to the House Elf. "Set those on the buffet table with the others then get the drinks," he instructs.

"Dobby," he adds as the House Elf sets the food down. "Thanks for the help." Dobby smiles as he returns to the kitchen to fetch the drinks for the party. Hunter turns to look at the Professor.

"I'm a bit busy as you can see," he tells the Headmaster. Both his manner and tone are polite and curious. "So if you don't mind," he adds as he begins rearranging the furniture. "Can we make this brief."

The Headmaster nods, "Of course," he says. He can't help but notice that Hunter is reorganizing the room without using a wand. "I wish to request that you play the song you sang for your housemates when Professor McGonagall walked in on your performance."

"If Everyone Cared," Hunter provided as he considered the arrangement of the room. "No problem," he made a few more adjustments then surveyed the room one last time. "Anything else?"

"As a matter of fact," The Headmaster said. "I wanted to ask you about," the roar of the crowd coming in from an open window cut him off.

"Gryffindor just scored their fifth unanswered goal," Hunter says sitting down on a stuffed chair and looking at the old wizard. "I can use wandless magic and have a knack for figuring out what people are going to say." He informs the Headmaster.

Dumbledore nods and takes the seat across from him. "So I've been informed. In curious though when did you learn to use wandless magic."

Hunter shrugs. "Just picked it up." he takes out his pack and removes a cigarette. He lights the cigarette and takes a drag before continueing. "I can't do it all the time," he says. "Only when I'm able to call up my full power and even then only for a short while."

He pulls out his wand and summons his ashtray and air freshener from his room. "I've never needed to study or really even practice using magic. I've always been able to just do it."

Professor Dumbledore considers his words. "Do you think that maybe these gifts come from your father?" he asks.

"They have to," Hunter answers. "My mother's family was all Muggles." He flicks the ashes into the ashtray before taking another drag. "My old man left before I was even a year old," he tells the Headmaster. "My mother kept his name but never told me anything about him. Even after I started school she still never talked about him."

Dumbledore nods as he hears another roar from the crowd. The game would be over soon he imagined. "Did your mother ever tell you his name?"

Hunter closes his eyes and nods. "Sebastian Catiar."

Professor Dumbledore's eyes widen in horror at the name. "You're Sebastian’s son?" his voice betrays him as Hunter's quick mind catches the slip.

"You know my father?" He asks looking at the Professor. "Tell me." he demands.

Professor Dumbledore closes his eyes and sighs sadly. "Sebastian Catiar was once a very powerful wizard and a fierce Bastet warrior." Hunter's mind races as it searches for the word Bastet in his memories.

"He lived in America and was a respected member of the Bastet community there." Dumbledore doesn't open his eyes for fear of meeting Hunter’s gaze. "Several years ago he came to England and aided me and my friends in fighting against Lord Voldermort and his Death Eater."

"Where is he," Hunter growled. "What happened after he and my mother divorced?"

"I'm sorry Hunter," Dumbledore said finally looking at him. "Your father passed away a couple of years ago fighting a werewolf named Greyback."

Hunter nodded. ""To what tribe did he belong?" he asked the Professor.

"I do not know," the Headmaster answers sadly. "I asked him once and all he said was that he belonged to the tribe of the sun."

Hunter smiles. "He was a Khan." He notices the Professor's confusion. "Don't ask me to explain," he says softly. "I don't understand it myself but I just know. Just like I know he served the King of Cat Kind and died as a true warrior of Seline."

There was a final continual cheer from outside as the game came to an end. "Thank you for telling me about my father." Hunter says as he gets up and makes the final adjustments before the others arrive.

Author's Notes: Okay don't even ask me were that one came from. For those of you who have no idea what a Bastet is they are the Feline changing breeds from White Wolf's World of Darkness Role Playing Games. Khans are the Weretigers and often refer to themselves as the Tribe of the Sun. Unlike Werewolves in the Harry Potter books Bastet are born shape-changers and not turned into one by being bitten. Seline is the Moon, whom they worship as the mother of all Bastet. The King of Cat Kind or King of Cats, is a mischievous swash-buckling rouge that embodies the playful and ferocious nature of all felines. He askes for little from his followers and also gives them little in return. But all who follow his way are protected by his grace so long as they live by his creed: Live fast, Laugh in the face of Death and Perish in a flourish of glory.