The Silver, Golden Boy

Disclaimer: I not now, nor have I ever owned the world and characters of Harry Potter. I DO own, however the characters, Eric Tenshia as well as Sally Davis as well as the opening poem and any songs that I feel like throwing in as well

Washing Sin

I think it’s fitting
To see the rain
Go away
Then come back again

On sunny days
We loudly cheer
But it seems the rain
We grow to fear

The sun’s the one
Who takes the lives
Shallows the water
Before you dive

The rain gives water
We need to live
While washing away
Unholy sins

Why do we fear,
A gift such as rain?
Why does it remind us,
Of only pain?

Perhaps because
It washes sin?
Reminding us
Of how we live



Chapter Seven
Breakfast, The First of the Day


Everyone was waiting for the appearance of the “new” Harry Potter that morning; once again he was the talk of the school. This time however, he was both expecting and accepting the silence of both students and teachers as he opened the doors; fallowed closely by Luna who didn’t change a bit from her normal dreamy look.

Glancing up at the staff table, Harry caught Eric’s eyes and nodded to him before placing his left hand in his robes pocket, letting him know that he would answer his cell. With his right arm around Luna, someone thought that this would be the perfect time to attack while his hands were elsewhere. Nobody knew who cast the curse but before they knew it, the silky yellow light that came from the Gryffindor table was being sent back to none other then Ron Weasley.

For a few moments, Harry allowed others to see a transparent light blue bubble that surrounded both him and Luna before it dissolved. Without even stopping, Harry went to the Slytherin table and helped Luna sit down beside Draco Malfoy before sitting in-between them and casting another look at the staff table to see their reactions.

Most of the staff was looking at him with curiosity as well as a slightly disappointed look, Snape however seemed to be the only one that was truly trying to see past his masks and solve what was going on in his head. The headmaster was looking as though he was willing to kill him as he ate his breakfast, causing Harry to cast several silent spells on both his and Luna’s food before they ate.

Draco for once in his life didn’t know what to do, should he accept this side of Potter or should he try to keep his rivalry as he had for the past five years? The choice was made for him however when Harry turned to him and smiled, though it would no longer reach his eyes as it once did. “I believe that I promised to study with you if I was sorted into your house, I don’t think it would be healthy for either of us if we continue with this foolish nonsense of childish fighting.”

It was with that, that Draco smiled and held out his hand towards Harry who accepted it and shook it like he should have several years ago. Nothing else was said between them as they each finished their meal; a few minutes before the end of breakfast, Professor Snape passed out their time tables, pausing and hesitating slightly before thrusting Harry’s in front of him. Calmly Harry took the schedule and nodded politely in thanks before looking at it, smiling as he saw that his first class was Charms.

It wasn’t until after his Charms and new Ancient Runes class, as well as a silent and surprisingly undisturbed dinner that left Harry in a new predicament while in Transfiguration class. Professor McGonagall was teaching them a new spell to turn a small rat into a bird, explaining how she wanted to see how they would do when they were taking their NEWTS.

Harry wasn’t listening to the Professor as he had already learned a great deal about the magic then they could offer him at this school and was only coming for legal education when his phone went off. The sound was loud and startling to both the students as well as Professor McGonagall, she gave him a disapproving look at both the disturbance as well as the extremely heavy and violent song that was playing from his pocket.

Ya came and took over
Fucked up my life
So rip up your body
I’ll give you the knife! (1)


When Professor McGonagall went to say something Harry simply held up his hand to stop her before she even noticed his change in his facial features. What was before bored a look that she was used to getting from Ravenclaws was replaced with a hard look as cold and penetrable as stone, nothing showed in his face anymore and his voice was just as cold.

Clicking talk before checking who it was Harry placed the phone to his head and leaned back in his chair, uncaring about the world around him while several others watched, amazed that Harry was talking on his phone.

“You better have at lest a name and address or you’re not worth my time… Yeah… Do you know how far that is from here? It’s going to take me at lest an hour just to get there, and that’s with every resource I have… How about I kill you instead, at lest then I would know it was worth my time… Not really I know this fucking shit already, learned it during the summer… Yes I’ll do it, but you better be right about this, I don’t fancy going that far out of my way for a hit and it coming back to bite me in the ass… I’ll be leaving after dinner, it’s still too light out and I have someone to protect here before I leave… He can’t speak parseltongue now can he? ...He’ll be gone by the end of the night but I want an extra months’ worth once I bring you the body… Fine, but I want two for leaving while in the middle of class.”

When Harry shut off his phone he was prepared for the yelling and questions that fallowed before they noticed that he still had his mask in place and had taken out his wand. Smirking at their shocked faces while he pointed his wand at what seemed like Professor McGonagall but was actually at the now-bird that was behind her; as she had been lecturing them after demonstrating but had not returned the rat yet.

It seemed as though even Professor McGonagall knew when to shut up once she saw his wand pointed at her. With a whispered word a blue stream of light came from his wand and to the bird that he intended; though several students screamed, thinking he was attacking a teacher. Both Professor McGonagall and the class relaxed slightly when they noticed that the light didn’t hit her but once they saw the cobra that was slithering on the floor a couple of students screamed again and one girl fainted.

The cobra however paid them no mind as he made his way to his new master, knowing that it was because of his new master that he was now a feared predator instead of a simple bird or rat. Once he made it to his master the snake gave a slight incline of its head to represent a bow. A few mutters were head as Harry started to talk to the snake that he had long ago preformed a strong shield charm on.

~Thank you, Master. Even as a rat I had heard of your greatness but never had I imagined that I could be something so powerful. How may I serve? ~

~No thanks are necessary as I did it in my own selfish thoughts. I am in need of your assistance; beside me is a beautiful human female. You should know of the Chamber of Secrets as you have spent your life in this castle… I have spent the last night there as even in the Snake Chambers I am not yet welcome. The female is under my protection but yet I must leave her for a short time and I do not trust her to sleep in the rooms of other two-legged beings. She is not a speaker and can not open the chamber, I ask that when she goes to the opening that you be there to let her and ONLY her inside, is that understood? You will need to open several doors for her until you see that she is in a room with a bed, then you may leave to hunt and live as you are now.~

~This is a small price to pay for the gift you have given me; I shall do as you ask and bite any that threaten your female. I can smell her kindness and understanding from here; I would be honored to help her in any way I can, Master. Shall I kill or stun those that try to harm her while you are gone? ~

~Should they try to harm her you may give enough poison to harm but let them live only another sun should I wish them dead, if not I will heal them. I am glad that you have offered your protection while I can not, I do not wish harm to befall upon the only one loyal to this speaker. ~

Nothing more was said as the cobra slithered closer so that Harry picked him up and placed him around Luna’s neck, secretly seeing if he trusted her enough. When she petted the cobras’ head he knew that she would be fine as she granted him a warm smile. Professor McGonagall was to say the lest outraged at what was happening in her classroom and was hollering about what Harry was doing, putting a fellow student in danger.

Harry stood then and placed a gentle kiss on Luna’s forehead before moving towards the door. Before leaving however, Harry stopped at the doorway and smiled at his once Head of House. “You’ll find that not even the Headmaster will be able to remove the protection spells that I have around both Luna and the cobra. He is acting as her protector while I am away, should anyone try to attack her either physically or mentally he will know from her sent and will bite them. There’s a good chance that the poison will kill them, so I wouldn’t try.”

With that Harry left the classroom and went to get prepared for his new mission, knowing that he was going to be up most of the night making the antidote to the cobra’s poison… ‘Though I may not make enough....’


(1) I would like to say that the song used on Harry’s phone was indeed mine and now I would like to show you the whole song…

Both of Us to Hell

Push out your heart
Give it to the poor
Because it’s obvious
You don’t use it no more

Rip out your brain
Out from your head
Look at it juicing
Fuck! You’re not dead

Ya came and took over
Fucked up my life
So rip up your body
I’ll give you the knife

Tear at your stomach
The acid inside
Burning the skin
No place to hide

Ya came and took over
Fucked up my life
So rip up your body
I’ll give you the knife

Let your lungs explode
No longer can you breathe
I’ll laugh at you
Pull the sword from the sheath

Watch the blade cut you open
No sympathy to be found
No regret or remorse
When you’re dead on the ground

You shouldn’t have took over
Left me alone in my hell
But now that you’re ripped up
You’ll burn as well!