Harry Potter and the Demise of Dumbledore
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R.E.S.P.E.C.T.
So sorry for the longer than usual wait guys. It took me a long time to get this chapter the way I wanted it, and I hope you will enjoy it. Once again I took some artistic liberties with the story, so I might have killed off a secondary, not more third teer, character. It had to be done, and I don't regret it for a second. I tried to update last night, but the upload got lost in AFF's server backup *sighs*...
See the author's note at the bottom for your chance to help me develop the story! Thanks again to all those who have reviewed, even the grammar and spelling Nazis.
I own nothing (except maybe Anton), J.K. Rowling is a F-ing GENIUS and I'm so gonna rape the shit out of Deathly Hallows this weekend!!!!!
On with the show, here it is!!!
Chapter 8: R.E.S.P.E.C.T.
Harry woke up the nest morning with a gorgeous blonde draped half way across his body, smiled to himself as he remembered the previous night. He was lazily running his fingers through Draco’s silky hair when he saw pale blue eyes looking at him. “Morning.”
“Morning,” Draco replied sleepily, “So it wasn’t a dream then?” Harry laughed softly and brought Draco in for a kiss, thoughtlessly cleansing there mouths. When Harry looked back at it later, he realized how much his magic was reacting to his will and needs without his prompting, but he was too caught up in the tender kiss to notice at that moment. Their kissing became more heated and Draco fluidly rolled on top of Harry, but pulled away quickly with a horrified look on his face accompanied by a deep blush. Harry almost laughed at the sight of Draco awkwardly scampering to the loo. Harry heard the toilet flush and after a few minutes made his way to the door.
“Feeling better love?” he asked with false innocence. Draco shot him a cold look in the mirror and flipped him off over his shoulder, but as soon as Harry wrapped his arms around his waist he melted into the embrace. Harry was placing butterfly kisses across Draco’s neck and shoulders when an idea struck him, “How about a nice soak? To help soothe any sore muscles.”
“Can you read my mind? I was just thinking how great a warm bath would be,” Draco said.
With a wave of his hand, Harry turned on the taps to the correct temperature and waited a few minutes for the tub to fill. The two lovers spent quite awhile just relaxing and letting the heat of the water do its work on their bodies before Draco turned to Harry and simply asked, “Again?” They barely managed to pull themselves apart to even eat that day, and the next two weeks passed in a similar fashion. Their schedule went something like: sex, food, sex, sex, sleep, food, sex, shower, sex, food, sleep, sex, sex in the shower, shopping, sex in the fitting room at Madame Malkins, food, sex, etc. During their extended love-fest the two managed to make it back out the Dragon’s Den were the once again met up with Oliver Wood, after the second meeting with his old teammate Harry decided that he quite liked Oliver’s piercings and that he wanted to try that form of body modification. Draco and Harry went to the parlor shortly after and got their tongues done together, with the instant healing charms on the jewelry Harry decided he really liked the sensation that the piercing offered, so the next day he went back and got his nipples done (much to Draco’s approval).
There were two and a half weeks until the new term was set to start when the lover’s received notification that the Hogwarts Governor’s were to meet the upcoming Friday. The meeting was set to approve Dumbledore’s latest pick for the DADA position. When Hedwig and Draco’s eagle owl Ares arrived Harry was about an inch a way from getting Draco completely down his throat for the first time. At Hedwig’s shrill hoot Draco jumped and Harry gagged. Harry and Draco were mortified, but the owls seemed to be living it up, hooting and jumping around the table playfully. Draco recovered first from his shock and said to his dark lover kneeling at his feet, “Next time I hope it won’t take the owls help to get it all down.”
“Not funny. What did they bring?”
The next day the figurative troops were called in to help the boys with the plan of action. It was decided between Pansy, Millicent, Hermione, Seamus, Neville, and Blaise that no matter what Harry and Draco should attempt to shoot down anyone who was less than adequate. It was also decided to put some more pressure on Dumbledore, the Gryffindors and female Slytherins urged them to try and give Dumbledore the boot but surprisingly it had been Harry, not Draco or Blaise, who shoot this idea down. “Although Dumble-fuck is a retarded manipulative cunt, he is also still seen as the wizened leader of the Light. Its better not to make a direct move against him for now, I have already broken him financially, and I think we could flip the tables on him politically. Blackmail is a very useful thing, what better than to have him in our pocket? Lets make him squirm, he can’t be allowed to have full reign over the school, but if he were to be put on probation…”
“That’s a wonderful idea Harry! But we’d have to keep him on a very short leash,” Hermione gushed.
“I’ll handle that part, but in order to get him on probation we can’t have any of you Slytherins make the motion, and I can’t do it either. If I did I would look like I was making a move to overthrow him, Neville (Neville’s Gran died shortly before the final battle in a Death Eater raid, so he was appointed Lord of the Longbottom line in his parent’s stead) will have to do it. It’s settled then, I’ll lay the groundwork for Neville, and he can act on it.”
*****
When the group (the Slytherin families all had seats on the board as well as the Longbottoms, and Seamus and Hermione were there as Harry and Neville’s ‘advisors’) arrived at the conference room inside the Leaky Cauldron it seemed no one was prepared for their appearance, especially the lackeys Dumbledore had placed as Harry and Neville’s ‘substitutes’. The group was definitely a formidable one, even if only in appearance, each dressed in the most expensive dress robes imaginable, robes that demanded respect and exuded maturity and power. At their arrival at the room they found the doors closed and locked to them, Harry felt his rage build instantly and let it out in a burst of pure magic making the doors explode off their hinges.
The members of the Board of Governors were shocked when debris and dust flew from the door and when the cloud settled their eyes were met with the sight of 8 of the most powerful and influential young witches and wizards in Britain with Harry Potter in the center, and they all looked pissed off.
“Who dares to block the entry of six hereditary members of the Council from this convergence?” Harry said in sharp tones of barely repressed anger. It was as if ice had frozen the room.
“Speak now and be held accountable!” Draco finished. All eyes flashed to Dumbledore, whose face wore a grandfatherly expression directed at Harry, but his eyes betrayed terror.
“Harry, my boy! Children! To what do we owe this visit?”
“Be silent and show respect to your betters! My name is NOT Harry old man! I told clearly the last time you addressed me in that manner that it was to stop, but I will reiterate it for your benefit and the benefit of those present. I am Harold James Evan Godric Potter, Lord of the Houses of Potter and Black. You will address me and the other nobles here with the proper respect is that understood Headmaster?” All of the school’s governors, except Madame Bones, looked shocked that Dumbledore would disrespect Harry and his companions in such a way. “Now get these imposters out of Lord Longbottom’s and my seats!” Dumbledore was looking surprisingly well for having just been called on the rug by a group of his employers, calling his ‘representatives’ imposters in front of the entire board of governors. His eyes were twinkling as he turned to face the rest of the governors.
“If I may…”
“No you may not,” Draco cut him off coolly as he and the rest of the group made their way to their seats, “It is Madame Marshbanks who holds the floor in this body, not you Headmaster.” Ignoring Dumbledore’s incredulous look, he continued, “It would do you well to remember that your presence here is a courtesy, not a right, and it can be revoked. Madame Marshbanks?”
“We are here tonight to judge the new candidates for the DADA position. Headmaster please bring them in, however I caution you to remain silent. I will not have these proceedings diluted even more by your overly sweet tongue.”
Dumbledore nodded mutely and left through a side door and returned with none other than…
Hermione’s breath hitched behind Harry and he smiled at her before turning back to the proceedings. “State your names and intended positions please,” Madame Marshbanks was saying.
“Victor Krum, Practical DADA professor.”
“Lord Anton Rolistav, Theoretical DADA professor.”
After thoroughly testing their knowledge and skill the governors were very impressed with the candidates, and that there would now be two sections to the DADA curriculum in place. Many thought it long overdue, and the two candidates were quickly confirmed, much to Hermione’s pleasure.
“That concludes our proceedings for tonight, unless anyone else has something to discuss,” Madame Marshbanks said. Neville stood quickly and confidently, his voice was clear and strong when he spoke, much different than how most remembered him.
“Due to the Headmaster’s glaring disrespect for this body and past inability to provide acceptable staffing and protection to the students of this prestigious school, I move to place him on a one year probation to further assess his suitability for the position of Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. If substantial progress is not made on his behalf by the end of this period it is my belief that he should be relieved of his duties here.”
“I second the motion,” Madame Bones said loudly, as Harry and Draco were preparing to do the same.
“All in favor?” Madame Marshbanks was met with a resounding ‘AYE’. The meeting was then adjourned and the governors filled out slowly until Harry was the last to remain.
“Lord Potter, I want to offer you an apology for my actions tonight and in the past, I hope you will forgive an old man for his mistakes,” Dumbledore said.
“Thank you for your apology, but I’m afraid it is too little too late. You knew completely what you were doing every step of the way, you wouldn’t be Albus Dumbledore if you didn’t. I suggest you take the chance Lord Longbottom offered you, and concentrate on running the school, not other people’s lives. You will have six governors in the school daily this year, and it would be good to remember that.”
*****
The next two weeks flew by for Harry, he and Draco were becoming closer by the day. The rest of the Elite Eight, as their group would come to be known, met several times as well and were following Harry and Draco’s lead. The girls became inseparable, constantly talking about fashion or the latest gossip. The boys were wasting no time either, in fact on afternoon at his Welsh home Harry walked in on Neville and Blaise sharing their first kiss. Harry had blushed and tried to back out of the room to be pushed out of the way by a randy Seamus looking to get in on the action as well. By the time September 1st rolled around the group had become utterly inseparable. The night before they were to leave on the train for Hogsmead, the entire group plus Anton and Victor, much to Hermione’s delight, spent the night at Harry’s Welsh estate (Draco’s London flat being too small for ten people) enjoying each other’s company and a lavish dinner courtesy of a joint effort by Harry and Draco’s house elves. When he got up the next morning, Harry decided that he wanted to make an impression that people wouldn’t forget and that would erase any lingering doubts that he was the same golden boy he had been portraying himself as for the last six years. His hair was pulled back with a simple leather chord revealing his pointed ears, and his fitted emerald green dress shirt was worn with the sleeves rolled up revealing Slytherin’s tattoo and the top three buttons were left open to reveal an expanse of tanned skin. Around his neck hung the silver lightning bolt pendant Draco had given him as a late birthday present, and his expensive black dress pants clung to him in all the right places accentuating his lower body to perfection. Draco for one couldn’t keep his eyes off Harry’s well sculpted ass, and had to be reprimanded along with the other three boys and Hermione by Millicent before he would look away. The rest of the Elite Eight looked just as good, their attire portraying the epitome of sensual power and class.
When the group Apparated into Platform 9 ¾ that morning all eyes were on them, most were looking at them with lustful eyes (even some of the adults) and others with jealousy. The crowd seemed to part fluidly as the powerful group made its way towards the train followed closely by a gaggle of house elves bearing their baggage. Harry and Hermione were both pleased that there were no altercations at the station, especially since the Weasley clan had been nowhere in sight. A rift had formed between them and the Weasleys when the red headed group had refused to take part in the Final Battle, saying that no Slytherin could ever be trusted and that the Order were walking into a trap. Even after two months had past they still refused to see that they had been wrong, they claimed that the Slytherins that were not killed or captured were loyal to Tom, even though they lacked the Dark Mark and had risked much more than any of the others had the Light failed having betrayed their families and Voldemort. Amazingly Ron never showed up on the train to instigate an altercation, and the long trip North passed pleasantly for the eight lovers and friends. Their luck ran out however when they reached Hogsmead Station. As they exited the train they ran strait into a fuming Ron. All of them work icy expressions of apathy toward the red head except Hermione who sneered at him maliciously.
“I don’t believe it! You really are a traitor Potter, cavorting with this Slytherin scum. You even had the nerve to steal Hermione away from me and drag her into this mess. How dare you Potter?”
“Hold your tongue Weasley,” Harry bit out, “You are one to talk about betrayal you hypocrite. How many times did you promise me, swear to me, that you would stand by my side no matter what in the Final Battle. You dare to call me a traitor? I suppose it’s a good thing I hold the opinions of people like you in low esteem, OATH BREAKER!” Ron didn’t get a chance to reply, because before he could stop sputtering he was lost in a sea of eight robe billowing so ominously that it would have made Severus Snape jealous. When the group got into the thestral drawn coach all the lingering tenseness evaporated quickly and they rode in a comfortable silence to the castle. When the carriage passed through the gates Harry felt a warmth pass over him, just like whenever he had keyed himself to the wards at any of his homes, that’s when it truly struck him. He finally came to grips with the fact that he was the heir to the Founders, his long time dream had literally come true: he could honestly call Hogwarts his home. Yes the Board of Governors ran the institution of the school, but Hogwarts was his. With that realization a deep clam spread over him, he felt truly at peace for the first time ever, and it stayed with him as he entered the Great Hall. Unfortunately it didn’t last long, because as always Dumbledore just had to ruin a perfect moment.
“Welcome students, new and old, to another year at Hogwarts. Before we begin our Sorting I have a few words I’d like to say,” Harry rolled his eyes and Seamus had to hide a snigger at his antics, “As you all know, recently our community witnessed the defeat of the self titled Lord Voldemort. I believe it is fitting that we honor those who gave their lives in the struggle against this madman, especially the Potter and Longbottom families. If you would please join me in a moment of silence.” Harry was fuming when the old fuck stopped talking, glancing to his left he saw Neville too was livid at the mention of his families pain. “Thank you, and I would also like to say that I think we all owe a debt of gratitude to one Lord Harold Potter, to you Lord Potter! Now, let us begin our Sorting. Professor McGonagall, if you would?”
Before McGonagall could even open her mouth, the rip at the brim of the Sorting Hat opened. Most thought it was for his traditional song, but they were mistaken, for it called out (quite loudly), “Harold Potter…”
TBC
*****
A/N: Hey guys I hope you liked it! Please do me a huge favor and tell me what you think (translation, I'm a review whore). So on to your input, I'm kind of having a difficult time coming up with Harry's familiar. I have a few ideas, but nothing seems to fit right. I don't just want to plop some animal down in Harry's lap and call it a familiar, I want him and his familiar to find each other organically (that's why I'm not using Fawkes or Hedwig, Fawkes has already bonded with Dumbles even if he is a douche and Hedwig was a gift from Hagrid, there was no connection that drew Harry to her, just a gift). If you have any ideas I'm more than open to them, but I can't say that I'll use them.
Love you guys,
The Slytherin Sailor, a.k.a. Chad
See the author's note at the bottom for your chance to help me develop the story! Thanks again to all those who have reviewed, even the grammar and spelling Nazis.
I own nothing (except maybe Anton), J.K. Rowling is a F-ing GENIUS and I'm so gonna rape the shit out of Deathly Hallows this weekend!!!!!
On with the show, here it is!!!
Chapter 8: R.E.S.P.E.C.T.
Harry woke up the nest morning with a gorgeous blonde draped half way across his body, smiled to himself as he remembered the previous night. He was lazily running his fingers through Draco’s silky hair when he saw pale blue eyes looking at him. “Morning.”
“Morning,” Draco replied sleepily, “So it wasn’t a dream then?” Harry laughed softly and brought Draco in for a kiss, thoughtlessly cleansing there mouths. When Harry looked back at it later, he realized how much his magic was reacting to his will and needs without his prompting, but he was too caught up in the tender kiss to notice at that moment. Their kissing became more heated and Draco fluidly rolled on top of Harry, but pulled away quickly with a horrified look on his face accompanied by a deep blush. Harry almost laughed at the sight of Draco awkwardly scampering to the loo. Harry heard the toilet flush and after a few minutes made his way to the door.
“Feeling better love?” he asked with false innocence. Draco shot him a cold look in the mirror and flipped him off over his shoulder, but as soon as Harry wrapped his arms around his waist he melted into the embrace. Harry was placing butterfly kisses across Draco’s neck and shoulders when an idea struck him, “How about a nice soak? To help soothe any sore muscles.”
“Can you read my mind? I was just thinking how great a warm bath would be,” Draco said.
With a wave of his hand, Harry turned on the taps to the correct temperature and waited a few minutes for the tub to fill. The two lovers spent quite awhile just relaxing and letting the heat of the water do its work on their bodies before Draco turned to Harry and simply asked, “Again?” They barely managed to pull themselves apart to even eat that day, and the next two weeks passed in a similar fashion. Their schedule went something like: sex, food, sex, sex, sleep, food, sex, shower, sex, food, sleep, sex, sex in the shower, shopping, sex in the fitting room at Madame Malkins, food, sex, etc. During their extended love-fest the two managed to make it back out the Dragon’s Den were the once again met up with Oliver Wood, after the second meeting with his old teammate Harry decided that he quite liked Oliver’s piercings and that he wanted to try that form of body modification. Draco and Harry went to the parlor shortly after and got their tongues done together, with the instant healing charms on the jewelry Harry decided he really liked the sensation that the piercing offered, so the next day he went back and got his nipples done (much to Draco’s approval).
There were two and a half weeks until the new term was set to start when the lover’s received notification that the Hogwarts Governor’s were to meet the upcoming Friday. The meeting was set to approve Dumbledore’s latest pick for the DADA position. When Hedwig and Draco’s eagle owl Ares arrived Harry was about an inch a way from getting Draco completely down his throat for the first time. At Hedwig’s shrill hoot Draco jumped and Harry gagged. Harry and Draco were mortified, but the owls seemed to be living it up, hooting and jumping around the table playfully. Draco recovered first from his shock and said to his dark lover kneeling at his feet, “Next time I hope it won’t take the owls help to get it all down.”
“Not funny. What did they bring?”
The next day the figurative troops were called in to help the boys with the plan of action. It was decided between Pansy, Millicent, Hermione, Seamus, Neville, and Blaise that no matter what Harry and Draco should attempt to shoot down anyone who was less than adequate. It was also decided to put some more pressure on Dumbledore, the Gryffindors and female Slytherins urged them to try and give Dumbledore the boot but surprisingly it had been Harry, not Draco or Blaise, who shoot this idea down. “Although Dumble-fuck is a retarded manipulative cunt, he is also still seen as the wizened leader of the Light. Its better not to make a direct move against him for now, I have already broken him financially, and I think we could flip the tables on him politically. Blackmail is a very useful thing, what better than to have him in our pocket? Lets make him squirm, he can’t be allowed to have full reign over the school, but if he were to be put on probation…”
“That’s a wonderful idea Harry! But we’d have to keep him on a very short leash,” Hermione gushed.
“I’ll handle that part, but in order to get him on probation we can’t have any of you Slytherins make the motion, and I can’t do it either. If I did I would look like I was making a move to overthrow him, Neville (Neville’s Gran died shortly before the final battle in a Death Eater raid, so he was appointed Lord of the Longbottom line in his parent’s stead) will have to do it. It’s settled then, I’ll lay the groundwork for Neville, and he can act on it.”
*****
When the group (the Slytherin families all had seats on the board as well as the Longbottoms, and Seamus and Hermione were there as Harry and Neville’s ‘advisors’) arrived at the conference room inside the Leaky Cauldron it seemed no one was prepared for their appearance, especially the lackeys Dumbledore had placed as Harry and Neville’s ‘substitutes’. The group was definitely a formidable one, even if only in appearance, each dressed in the most expensive dress robes imaginable, robes that demanded respect and exuded maturity and power. At their arrival at the room they found the doors closed and locked to them, Harry felt his rage build instantly and let it out in a burst of pure magic making the doors explode off their hinges.
The members of the Board of Governors were shocked when debris and dust flew from the door and when the cloud settled their eyes were met with the sight of 8 of the most powerful and influential young witches and wizards in Britain with Harry Potter in the center, and they all looked pissed off.
“Who dares to block the entry of six hereditary members of the Council from this convergence?” Harry said in sharp tones of barely repressed anger. It was as if ice had frozen the room.
“Speak now and be held accountable!” Draco finished. All eyes flashed to Dumbledore, whose face wore a grandfatherly expression directed at Harry, but his eyes betrayed terror.
“Harry, my boy! Children! To what do we owe this visit?”
“Be silent and show respect to your betters! My name is NOT Harry old man! I told clearly the last time you addressed me in that manner that it was to stop, but I will reiterate it for your benefit and the benefit of those present. I am Harold James Evan Godric Potter, Lord of the Houses of Potter and Black. You will address me and the other nobles here with the proper respect is that understood Headmaster?” All of the school’s governors, except Madame Bones, looked shocked that Dumbledore would disrespect Harry and his companions in such a way. “Now get these imposters out of Lord Longbottom’s and my seats!” Dumbledore was looking surprisingly well for having just been called on the rug by a group of his employers, calling his ‘representatives’ imposters in front of the entire board of governors. His eyes were twinkling as he turned to face the rest of the governors.
“If I may…”
“No you may not,” Draco cut him off coolly as he and the rest of the group made their way to their seats, “It is Madame Marshbanks who holds the floor in this body, not you Headmaster.” Ignoring Dumbledore’s incredulous look, he continued, “It would do you well to remember that your presence here is a courtesy, not a right, and it can be revoked. Madame Marshbanks?”
“We are here tonight to judge the new candidates for the DADA position. Headmaster please bring them in, however I caution you to remain silent. I will not have these proceedings diluted even more by your overly sweet tongue.”
Dumbledore nodded mutely and left through a side door and returned with none other than…
Hermione’s breath hitched behind Harry and he smiled at her before turning back to the proceedings. “State your names and intended positions please,” Madame Marshbanks was saying.
“Victor Krum, Practical DADA professor.”
“Lord Anton Rolistav, Theoretical DADA professor.”
After thoroughly testing their knowledge and skill the governors were very impressed with the candidates, and that there would now be two sections to the DADA curriculum in place. Many thought it long overdue, and the two candidates were quickly confirmed, much to Hermione’s pleasure.
“That concludes our proceedings for tonight, unless anyone else has something to discuss,” Madame Marshbanks said. Neville stood quickly and confidently, his voice was clear and strong when he spoke, much different than how most remembered him.
“Due to the Headmaster’s glaring disrespect for this body and past inability to provide acceptable staffing and protection to the students of this prestigious school, I move to place him on a one year probation to further assess his suitability for the position of Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. If substantial progress is not made on his behalf by the end of this period it is my belief that he should be relieved of his duties here.”
“I second the motion,” Madame Bones said loudly, as Harry and Draco were preparing to do the same.
“All in favor?” Madame Marshbanks was met with a resounding ‘AYE’. The meeting was then adjourned and the governors filled out slowly until Harry was the last to remain.
“Lord Potter, I want to offer you an apology for my actions tonight and in the past, I hope you will forgive an old man for his mistakes,” Dumbledore said.
“Thank you for your apology, but I’m afraid it is too little too late. You knew completely what you were doing every step of the way, you wouldn’t be Albus Dumbledore if you didn’t. I suggest you take the chance Lord Longbottom offered you, and concentrate on running the school, not other people’s lives. You will have six governors in the school daily this year, and it would be good to remember that.”
*****
The next two weeks flew by for Harry, he and Draco were becoming closer by the day. The rest of the Elite Eight, as their group would come to be known, met several times as well and were following Harry and Draco’s lead. The girls became inseparable, constantly talking about fashion or the latest gossip. The boys were wasting no time either, in fact on afternoon at his Welsh home Harry walked in on Neville and Blaise sharing their first kiss. Harry had blushed and tried to back out of the room to be pushed out of the way by a randy Seamus looking to get in on the action as well. By the time September 1st rolled around the group had become utterly inseparable. The night before they were to leave on the train for Hogsmead, the entire group plus Anton and Victor, much to Hermione’s delight, spent the night at Harry’s Welsh estate (Draco’s London flat being too small for ten people) enjoying each other’s company and a lavish dinner courtesy of a joint effort by Harry and Draco’s house elves. When he got up the next morning, Harry decided that he wanted to make an impression that people wouldn’t forget and that would erase any lingering doubts that he was the same golden boy he had been portraying himself as for the last six years. His hair was pulled back with a simple leather chord revealing his pointed ears, and his fitted emerald green dress shirt was worn with the sleeves rolled up revealing Slytherin’s tattoo and the top three buttons were left open to reveal an expanse of tanned skin. Around his neck hung the silver lightning bolt pendant Draco had given him as a late birthday present, and his expensive black dress pants clung to him in all the right places accentuating his lower body to perfection. Draco for one couldn’t keep his eyes off Harry’s well sculpted ass, and had to be reprimanded along with the other three boys and Hermione by Millicent before he would look away. The rest of the Elite Eight looked just as good, their attire portraying the epitome of sensual power and class.
When the group Apparated into Platform 9 ¾ that morning all eyes were on them, most were looking at them with lustful eyes (even some of the adults) and others with jealousy. The crowd seemed to part fluidly as the powerful group made its way towards the train followed closely by a gaggle of house elves bearing their baggage. Harry and Hermione were both pleased that there were no altercations at the station, especially since the Weasley clan had been nowhere in sight. A rift had formed between them and the Weasleys when the red headed group had refused to take part in the Final Battle, saying that no Slytherin could ever be trusted and that the Order were walking into a trap. Even after two months had past they still refused to see that they had been wrong, they claimed that the Slytherins that were not killed or captured were loyal to Tom, even though they lacked the Dark Mark and had risked much more than any of the others had the Light failed having betrayed their families and Voldemort. Amazingly Ron never showed up on the train to instigate an altercation, and the long trip North passed pleasantly for the eight lovers and friends. Their luck ran out however when they reached Hogsmead Station. As they exited the train they ran strait into a fuming Ron. All of them work icy expressions of apathy toward the red head except Hermione who sneered at him maliciously.
“I don’t believe it! You really are a traitor Potter, cavorting with this Slytherin scum. You even had the nerve to steal Hermione away from me and drag her into this mess. How dare you Potter?”
“Hold your tongue Weasley,” Harry bit out, “You are one to talk about betrayal you hypocrite. How many times did you promise me, swear to me, that you would stand by my side no matter what in the Final Battle. You dare to call me a traitor? I suppose it’s a good thing I hold the opinions of people like you in low esteem, OATH BREAKER!” Ron didn’t get a chance to reply, because before he could stop sputtering he was lost in a sea of eight robe billowing so ominously that it would have made Severus Snape jealous. When the group got into the thestral drawn coach all the lingering tenseness evaporated quickly and they rode in a comfortable silence to the castle. When the carriage passed through the gates Harry felt a warmth pass over him, just like whenever he had keyed himself to the wards at any of his homes, that’s when it truly struck him. He finally came to grips with the fact that he was the heir to the Founders, his long time dream had literally come true: he could honestly call Hogwarts his home. Yes the Board of Governors ran the institution of the school, but Hogwarts was his. With that realization a deep clam spread over him, he felt truly at peace for the first time ever, and it stayed with him as he entered the Great Hall. Unfortunately it didn’t last long, because as always Dumbledore just had to ruin a perfect moment.
“Welcome students, new and old, to another year at Hogwarts. Before we begin our Sorting I have a few words I’d like to say,” Harry rolled his eyes and Seamus had to hide a snigger at his antics, “As you all know, recently our community witnessed the defeat of the self titled Lord Voldemort. I believe it is fitting that we honor those who gave their lives in the struggle against this madman, especially the Potter and Longbottom families. If you would please join me in a moment of silence.” Harry was fuming when the old fuck stopped talking, glancing to his left he saw Neville too was livid at the mention of his families pain. “Thank you, and I would also like to say that I think we all owe a debt of gratitude to one Lord Harold Potter, to you Lord Potter! Now, let us begin our Sorting. Professor McGonagall, if you would?”
Before McGonagall could even open her mouth, the rip at the brim of the Sorting Hat opened. Most thought it was for his traditional song, but they were mistaken, for it called out (quite loudly), “Harold Potter…”
TBC
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A/N: Hey guys I hope you liked it! Please do me a huge favor and tell me what you think (translation, I'm a review whore). So on to your input, I'm kind of having a difficult time coming up with Harry's familiar. I have a few ideas, but nothing seems to fit right. I don't just want to plop some animal down in Harry's lap and call it a familiar, I want him and his familiar to find each other organically (that's why I'm not using Fawkes or Hedwig, Fawkes has already bonded with Dumbles even if he is a douche and Hedwig was a gift from Hagrid, there was no connection that drew Harry to her, just a gift). If you have any ideas I'm more than open to them, but I can't say that I'll use them.
Love you guys,
The Slytherin Sailor, a.k.a. Chad