The Unseen

margaritama - Hmm...I have lots of people who have guessed that. But I cannot confirm or deny either. I'm afraid the Master will be a mystery for quite a while....

smurphy - No more information will be given on Aden in this chapter, but I plan to reveal a lot about what happened in the next chapter, with Perseus going to visit him. Until then we have some interesting things going down at Hogwarts.

distinctlyME - you have a very good eye when it comes to reading fics. No one has really caught on the the bigotry yet, but it is a very elemental part of this fic. It is the reason for the founding of the Unseen. And we'll just have to see if their plan works. I like the way you descirbed James' loyalty: Intense. We'll see where that goes... I can't really say much about Aden without giving away the entire plan for the next chapter. But I will say that he knew who attacked him, and it's all explained in the next chapter...if you can wait that long! ^_^ And your observation about everything being connected to the Unseen is very astute as well. This fic is like a tree. There are several branches, but they all grow from a single trunk. THe Unseen is the trunk, and all of the other caracters and sub plots are the branches. Very good. I hope you enjoy the next chappie!!

LadyBlueEyes - I've wondered where you were! Ah well...you're here now. Yes...that essentialy boils down what has happened so far. And I must admit I didn't like to have the Aurors treat James harshly...but I had to show the amount of bigotry and prejudice that the Wizarding world still has, even after these boys father's have been disposed of. James is unpopular because he sin't fully human...he's in the same boat as Phelan and Romulus. Remember how rotten they were to Remus? That's just because he was a werewolf. Phelan is the son of a ferocious werewolf....I imagine there'll be a few instances of abuse before the fic is done...

RyGirl824 - I agree totally that those Aurors were a-holes. But it had to be done. I hope you enjoy this newest update!!


ENJOY!!!

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James sat up in bed, and looked around blearily for a moment. The last thing he remembered was coming home after getting kicked out of St Mungos for being ‘rowdy.’ Fuckers….he’d show them rowdy. He looked over at his altered digital clock, a last-minute gift from Perseus before term started, and sighed. He had a morning class to get to, and it wouldn’t do to be late. Plus he needed time for breakfast

He threw off the covers, and rolled unceremoniously from the bed. Then he padded to the center of his bedroom, and began to do his morning stretches. He spread his wings to full span several times, and his tail curved slightly upward instead of its normal side-to-side movements. After a few light exercises, he went straight for the shower. James had very interesting showers. To begin with, he had never touched the cold water tap in all his life. Whereas most people would screech at the hot temperatures, James quite enjoyed the scalding water.
He also sang in the shower. Loudly, very loudly, and to a tune few in this world knew.

“Dragon-man, dragon-man, friendly neighborhood dragon-man. Is he strong? Listen bud, he’s got magically altered blood. Look out! There goes the dragon-man!” he sang, lathering up his hair with a spicy shampoo Draca had gotten him for his birthday. She always gave the best gifts…

He used what he had deemed his loofah-on-a-stick to reach his back and wash his wings.

“Dragon-man, dragon-man, does whatever a dragon can. Shoots out magic, any size, he breathes fire as he flies. Hey look! There goes the dragon-man!” he continued, and rinsed the soap from his body. Once he was suds-free, he stepped from the shower.

He shook his head out like a wet dog to clear himself of most of the water. Then he snapped his wings and flipped his tail to dry them as well, before a swirl of red magic started at his feet, drying him as it traveled upwards. When it traveled past his hair it disappeared with a small poof. He looked in the mirror and grimaced. The magic had made his hair stand straight up, and he looked as if he’d stuck a butter knife in an electrical socket. He pulled out a comb and set about taming his wild Potter hair. It didn’t work too well, and he looked as if he’d just crawled out of bed.

He put on his teacher’s robes, admiring how they contoured to his frame. James was lean and tall, and cut quite a handsome, if a bit imposing, figure in the black robes. He wore a new pair of black dragonhide boots on his feet to finish off his outfit.

He walked from his room, swinging the portrait closed behind him. His particular room had been given a portrait entrance. It was fine, though, because it was a picture of a large black dragon resting on the sands by a lake, soaking up sunbeams. He liked it because it showed a more serene side to the feared dragon.

He went down the stairs quickly, standing impatiently as the staircases moved beneath him. When he finally became extremely tired of waiting, he decided to do something he hadn’t done since he graduated. He took a step back on one of the landings, and with a mighty hop, he jumped the stone railings, and fell through the empty space between the steps. He tucked his arms in tight against him, an kept his legs straight as he fell. This descent only took a few seconds. When he saw the floor approaching, he cast a cushioning spell, and spread his wings suddenly. The effect was like a parachute, and he landed perfectly on his feet, his knees bending only slightly.

A few students who were standing nearby were gawking openly, their hair and robes mussed from the gust his wings had created. James stood straight and tall, and gave them a slight tilt of his head.

“Morning, students.” He said. They only stared as he entered the Great Hall through the main doors. There was already a large crowd in the Hall, and James quickly spotted his friends sitting at the head table. He tucked his wings safely against his back, and walked up between the tables, aware of the stares on his retreating form.
He plopped himself down beside Draca.

“Morning, Healer Malfoy.” He said. She gave him a bright smile as she put some more bacon on her plate.

“Morning, Professor Potter.” She said. James returned her toothy grin, flashing his fangs in the light.
Tobias looked up from his plate.

“Ready for today?” he asked. James nodded, and began putting food on his plate.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

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James and Professor Blackburn sat at the front of the DADA class, watching as the students shuffled in nervously. He had first years first, and if all went wrong with them, they’d surely spread the word quickly. He had to impress them. After introducing himself and taking roll, James waited a few moments to allow the stragglers to arrive.

When the last child had come into the class, James shut the door with a flick of his fingers. There were several gasps. James jumped slightly.

“What?” he asked.

“You shut the door with your fingers! From across the room!!!!” a boy whispered loudly. James gave a small smile.

“That was wandless magic. Lots of witches and wizards can do it with practice, but you have to learn to master your wand first. Now…did everyone bring their books?” James asked.

The class was immediately filled with the rustle and thumps of books being located and placed on the table.
“Now turn to page ten.” James said. The children quickly flipped to their respective pages, a few of them looking a bit nervous as they stared at their subject.

“This will be your introduction to vampires. Today will be a day to see what you do- or don’t- know about these creatures.” James said, and began to walk through the aisles between the children. “Tell me something.” He said, and pointed to a girl.

“Vampires are nocturnal.” She said. James nodded.

“Yes. But they can also use charms to protect their skin so that they can enjoy the daytime.” He said. He pointed to another girl.

“Vampires can only drink blood.” She said.

“Eh…partly true. Vampires get their sustenance from blood, but they can drink other beverages. I once had a butterbeer with a vampire.” He said.

Little did James know that he became instantly popular amongst the younger children that very moment.

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Tobias stood in front of the classroom, wearing the robes his father had given him. They had once been his old Potions robes, and were very unique. The fabric was spill resistant, and charmed against heat. They were perfect for explosions and spills. Tobias wore them with pride, and had even perfected his father’s old ‘billow’ with them.

Professor Tungsten was reclined in a chair in the corner, watching as Tobias readied himself to address the class. Any son of Severus Snape should be well on his way to being a great teacher and Potions maker.

“Potions isn’t easy.” Tobias started. The third year Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs watched him intently. “It takes precision and care. One must always be aware of what is happening with a potion. One wrong move and they’ll call you ‘stubby’ for the rest of your life.” He said. There was a small pause, and then a few chuckles dispersed throughout the class. They weren’t sure if the dour-looking replica of their Headmaster had made a joke or not. The corner of Tobias’ mouth twitched upward. “Now that we’ve gone over that…I want you each to produce one foot of parchment, due at the end of class, on the first Potion in your texts. I want you to explain the effects, the ingredients, and in your own words give it a rating of difficulty on a scale of one to five, five being the most difficult. Then explain your rating. Go.” He said, moving to the desk to take his place behind it. His black eyes shifted momentarily to Professor Tungsten, who gave him a nod.

Tobias was well on his way to becoming a teacher very much like his father…but a lot more liked.

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Phelan stood in front of the Gryffindor and Slytherin fourth years, who looked at him as if he had already transformed. He could literally smell their fear of him, and it was really annoying.

“I sense a bit of apprehension on your behalf.” He said finally. One of the Slytherins, a boy who had introduced himself as Lawrence Harnage, snorted loudly.

“Pardon us for being a bit nervous in the presence of the son of Fenrir Greyback.” He said sarcastically. Phelan frowned.

“I desire no contact with my father. We are separate people, and I assure you I am nothing like him. Would it make you feel better if I told you a few things about me, so that I would be such a mystery?” he asked. A few of the students looked at each other, and then nodded. Some of the others still looked rather frightened.

“My full name is Phelan Trucis Greyback, and I was born on April 20, 1999. My parents are Fenrir Greyback and Nalina Grayson. I made my first transformation on April 30, 1999 at the tender age of ten days old. I was raised by my mother my entire life, but I have at times been face-to-face with my father. He’s a cruel and fierce man, often abusing my mother and I. When I was eleven I got my Hogwarts letter, and attended to be sorted into Slytherin.” He started.

He got a few brownie points with the Slytherins for that, but they were still quite unsure about this young man. They had grown used to the large, jovial half-giant, and Phelan was a far cry from what they were used to. He was of medium height, but he was solidly built, and that, unconsciously of course, adhered him to the female population. His unique eye and hair color did as well.

“What does Trucis mean?” one Gryffindor girl asked. It was a legitimate question, as his middle name was rather unique.

“It means ‘fierce.’” Lawrence said, sneering a bit. Phelan frowned.

“Indeed.” He said.

It seemed they weren’t taking to him as well as he’d hoped.

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As Draca thought, there were several false stories of illness amongst the male students, mostly above fourth year. Fortunately, it only took the sight of a large needle with a ‘cure-all’ serum inside for them to clear out. There were, however, a few nervous breakdowns from the younger children who weren’t used to being away from home.

She could be sure how many calming draughts she gave out that morning, but the case that stuck most in her mind was a very small first-year Hufflepuff girl who came to the infirmary in very real tears, wanting her to contact the Headmaster so that she could be sent home.

“I don’t want to b-be here anymore!” the little girl hiccupped. Draca, under the interested eyes of Madam Pomfrey, gently gathered the little girl into her arms and began to tell her a story.

“When I was a first year, I had the exact same feeling. I missed my mother and father so much that I went to the Headmaster himself. I cried myself into a tizzy, but he finally calmed me down enough to talk to me. And do you know what he told me?” she asked. The little girl sniffled, but shook her head. “He told me that it was perfectly all right to miss my parents. And that it was also all right to write to them. “He told me that this was my chance to step out into the world and begin to make my own mark. Every powerful witch and wizard in the world had to start exactly where you are. They had to be trained just like you. Even the great Harry Potter was a first year at one time.” She said. The girl sniffled, and wiped at her eyes.

“Really?” she asked. Draca nodded, and smoothed the girl’s hair.

“Really. Now…if you need to talk to anyone, or if you need help with anything…you don’t hesitate to come to me, okay?” she said. The little girl nodded, and Draca settled her back on the floor. “Now off to your common room, my dear, and make some friends. They make it easier to adjust.” She said. The girl thanked her, and walked out of the room, looking decidedly more cheerful than when she walked in.

Madam Pomfrey was impressed. Draca had a wonderful bedside manner, and made the children feel very comfortable in her presence. She would do well in her own right.

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Bellatrix was sitting cross-legged in front of a table, writing furiously on a piece of parchment. Fenrir was sitting across from her, gnawing noisily on a bone leftover from his steak supper.

“What are you working on?” he asked, not bothering to pull the bone from his mouth, and succeeding in slobbering a bit.

“Pull things from your mouth when you talk to me, you disgusting mutt.” She snapped without looking up. “But if you must know, I’m planning a few…mishaps for our brand-new little teachers. Our inside eyes told me that with the exception of your little bastard-boy, they’re all rather popular with the students. The Lupin boy and my cousin’s blood-traitor son have even given the library a bit of a makeover. Sources say old Pince nearly had a coronary when they started playing classical music, and made a lounging area for more….’comfortable’ reading.” She finished. “Come look…see if you like the plans. You’re an integral part in one of them…”

Fenrir rose from his spot, and shuffled over to his dark companion, looking over her shoulder. He read the words on the page, and looked at her mad little sketches that she’d drawn beside each one. When he got to the last one, he threw his head back and gave a loud bark of a laugh. Bellatrix turned and punched him in the gut.

“Not in my fucking ear! Last time you did that I heard ringing for hours. Gods damn you!” she hissed, rubbing her hand against her ear.

“You know…” Greyback said, rubbing his stomach gingerly after her surprisingly strong strike. “The full moon isn’t far off…” he said, his voice low and gravelly. She looked at him.

“NO.” she said firmly.

“Come on there, lassie…it’s not like we can get anyone else….and I get so horny around this time…” he said, his voice taking on a sort of whine.

“I’m not having sex with you, Greyback. Go find your bitch and make some more idiot cubs….” She snarled. She started to point her wand at him, but his werewolf reflexes kicked in, and he grabbed it from her hand, tossing it across the room.

“I was going to be nice and ask….but since you were going to try and hex me I’ll just take what I want…you like it rough anyway…” he growled, and hauled her kicking and screeching up from the ground. Halfway to his bedroom she was resigned to her fate. It wasn’t that he really hurt her…she was used to rough treatment from her late husband….

It’s just that…when he got worked up into a sweat…he smelled like a fucking wet dog!
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Ew.....just.....ew.....I shuddered the entire time I wrote that.

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