When Harry woke up the next morning, it took him a moment to remember all that happened yesterday. He was still appalled with what he had saw, and his opinion of the old fart just kept on taking a nose dive.
He really wanted to vent all his anger, hate, and disgust on him and break his crooked nose all over for him again. Still he kept it all in, his time would come, one day the old man would get what was coming to him. For now he needed to wait and gather his power, he wasn't ready to unveil himself and it was exactly what Lady Hogwarts also said.
Remembering the lecture she gave him....
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Coming out of his daze, Harry took a gulp of fresh air. It was really heady being inside the WHOLE school, letting his consciousness envelope everything. He had access to everything on the school grounds... okay nearly everything.
There were a few dark spots he was curious to know what they hide, but other than that, he could peek into the Professor's offices, the Dungeons down below, the other Houses dormitory, the girl's bathroom, even the Headmaster's office. When he did exactly that, the old man perked up as if he some how sensed him, before he could investigate, Harry was out of there.
Leaving the Wardstone itself it was like he was plummeting out of a long tunnel at breakneck speed as his consciousness was finally out.
He could now feel a connection between him and the device as if with just a thought he could slip his mind back in.
More than that though of just spreading his mind throughout the school and being aware of whatever happened within these walls, he also had access to the wards. When he had looked at them, he immediately knew why this school was always under attack by one thing or another.
The countless protective enchantment that had defended this school for countless centuries on end, that prevented exactly what has been happening throughout all his time here; from possessed teacher, unregistered animagi, soul suckers, giant monsters, mass murderer, and everything else in between that got into this school without any difficulty.
All those wards were either shut down long ago, or had not powered for ages.
Cursing under his breath, Harry's fists tightened into balls, 'that bastard,' he thought. It was just sheer luck that things hadn't turned out as badly as they should have. How many countless students body would have been at that old goat's feet if he hadn't time and time again came to this school's rescue?!
Harry was so preoccupied by his thoughts that for a while he didn't even catch what Lady Hogwarts was saying to him. It was only when Albriech tried to slap him to bring him back that he came to. And that was only because the architect's cold ghostly hand went through his cheeks and his mouth which sent shivers down his spine and he snapped back.
"Take it easy," Lady Hogwarts tried to soothe him.
Harry wondered why she was treating him like a child before he had a look around the camber. There were cracks running along the floor and wall, the place was oppressively hot and at the same time unbearably cold, he could see lightning sparking on his fingers, and a small breeze rapidly picking up.
It was clear he was showing signs of accidental magic!
Ever since he had the chains that fettered him up, unbound, Harry had a massive increase in power. It was like his magic came rushing in a tidal wave all at once. And just like any sudden increase in power it takes time to get used to it.
Now he was just like a little child who just unlocked his magic. Whenever he lost control of his emotions or they got too high like right now, this was what happened.
Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Harry counted to tell and released the air. Immediately he could see some effects as the wind settled down, and the temperatures went back to normals. Still though the cracks along the wall and floor couldn't be taken back.
"Have you calmed yourself now?" Albriech asked.
"Yes," Harry simply answered, "I'm fine now!"
"Good, don't want you destroying my best work in a fit of rage," the older man chuckled as he tried to ease the atmosphere.
"Albriech is right going on temper tantrum won't do us any good," Lady Hogwarts uttered. "You need to be in control of yourself and emotions, right now no one knows what our esteemed Headmaster has done. It's your job to uncover his plot and find out what he is hiding."
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Harry dressed and went down the spiral staircase into the common room. The place was littered with wondering Gryfindors heading in and out, he saw some of his friends sitting about, but today he did not want to deal with anyone.
A lot was on his mind today as he was still trying to process what happened.
He walked resolutely over to the portrait hole, pushed it open, climbed out of it, and found himself face-to-face with Hermione.
"Hi Harry," she greeted with a nod of her head as her hands were full with countless books.
"Hey Hermione," he acknowledged as he tried to get past her.
The bushy haired witch seem to notice his gloomy mood and looked up at him with furrowed eyebrows, "Is there something wrong, Harry?" she asked as her tone was tinged with concern.
"No, everything is just peachy," he shook his head as his voice dripped sarcasm. He knew that what he saw yesterday had not to do with Hermione, but he needed an outlet for his emotions. That violation of what he held so dear, this school, he imagined it was not something even Voldermort would do.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Hermione warmly asked as she was able to juggle her book in one arm and rested the other on his shoulder.
Sighing Harry nodded his head, maybe talking it with somehow he cared for and trusted would do the trick. Anyways, Hermione's occlumency training was coming along wonderfully she was a very quick learner and had some pretty good defenses done already, so he could trust unburdening some secrets with her.
Heading down to the Great Hall they took a seat in a secretive corner, and Harry got to telling her all about what happened yesterday.
Hermione was a great listener, gasping at all the right places and eyes sparkling when he told her about the innermost sanctum of the school as he could see her inner scholarly showing.
"I still can't believe he would do that," Hermione whispered once he was done telling his tale.
"Yeah, that our Hero of Light for us," he chuckled, but it was a cold heartless one that showed no emotions.
"Don't worry, I will help," Hermione comforted, "I try researching those chains you spoke about and how to get rid of them."
"Yeah, and I will try to find out what motives he has," Harry nodded his head. Just then the bell rang signaling that the first classes of the day would soon begin.
"I best be going to my Muggle Studies," Hermione uttered as she got up and picked up her last slice of toast.
Harry shook his head, he still did not understand what she had to learn about muggles when she grew up as one nearly all her life. But that was Hermione ever the over achiever and studious one.
"See ya," he waved to her as he too got up to head into the library to do some light reading.
Already Harry felt much better now that he had someone to share his burden with. He couldn't help it as a ghost of a smile split his face, he was glad he had Hermione as a best friend!
As he was walking down the castle halls, Harry run into the one person he never wanted to, Snape.
The greasy bat has his cloak billowing behind him, and when he spotted him he came to a stop.
"Potter," he sneered as he looked down at him from his hooked nose like he was the scum of the heart.
"Hello Snape," Harry nodded his head, "are you sure you would be antagonizing after what happened last time. The Headmaster made his warnings plain and clear!"
If he could take the old man for one thing then it was defanging the greasy bat, there was basically nothing he could do to him, and that opened him up for Harry.
Face blanching at the reminder, the man sniffed at him to hide his discomfort, and held his head high. "I had done nothing to you, so there is nothing you can complain about."
"Whatever you say," Harry smiled at him like a predator, "make sure you don't trip up because I will be there to make sure you fall!"
Returning glare for glare, Snape was first to finally break away as he seem to not like what he saw in his eyes. Grinning Harry was about to walk away until the man asked, "where did you hear that name?"
"What?" Harry asked in confusion as he turned to face him.
Jaws tightening, the greasy haired bat repeated, "Who told you about that... nickname!"
"Oh, that?!" Harry chuckled, "just seemed like an adequate description, wouldn't you say," he poked fun at.
Eyes narrowing, Harry watched as his hand twitched under his sleeves where his wand most likely was. "You have been hanging out with that criminal, weren't you?" the Potion Professor asked as he withdrew his hand.
"Who?" Harry asked innocently.
Nodding his head more to himself than him really, the hooked nose man turned around and walked off without another word.
Harry watched him as he disappeared off in the distance, it didn't matter if he realized he was hanging around with Sirius. Just next week the Wizengamot would be back in session, and the first thing on the itinerary was the captured Death Eaters retrials.
And everything was already set up to get Sirius's name cleared!
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In his Arithmancy class, Professor Septima was going off about some complicated formula. When he started learning Arithmancy over the summer with Sirius, the first thing he noticed was how similar it was to Math and Coding.
It was weird but Arithmancy seem to be a blend of the two. As he was musing over those thoughts a knock on the classroom door burst in on Harry's thoughts.
It was Colin Creevey; he edged into the room, beaming at Harry, and walked up to Septima's desk at the front of the room.
"Yes?" Septima asked curtly.
"Ah, Hi Professor! I'm supposed to bring Harry to the Great Hall."
Septima stared down at the young boy as her steely gaze bore into him which quickly erased Colin's eager smile.
"Potter has another hour of Arithmancy to complete," Septima coldly uttered. "He will come upstairs when this class is finished."
Immediately Colin went pink in the face. "Ma'am, Professor McGonagall wants him," he said nervously.
"Very well, very well," Septima said cooly. "Potter, leave your things here, I want you back down here later for a quiz on what we covered today."
"Please, Ma'am" squeaked Colin. "Professor McGonagall said he's got to take his things with him."
"Fine!" Septima snapped. "Potter — take your bag and get out of my sight!" Harry swung his bag over his shoulder, got up, and headed for the door. As he walked passed by Septima she mouth to him sorry. Images needed to be kept after all, and Professor Septima was known as a hard ass who took no bullshit.
"So what does Professor McGonagall need for me?" Harry asked, speaking the moment he had closed the classroom door behind him. "I really don't want to antagonize Professor Septima and end up in detention with her all week!"
"I don't know," Colin shrugged his shoulder, "but it must be something very important," he nodded his head as if he deserved to be in all vital meetings.
Rolling his eyes, Harry knew Colin meant well as the boy looked up to his like his hero. Still though it did get demanding always being in the forecenter. "Great," said Harry dully. "Exactly what I need in my life. More limelight."
"Good luck!" said Colin when they had reached the entrance to the Great Hall.
"Thanks," Harry nodded his head as he pushed the doors open and entered.
When Harry walked in he saw most of the tables and chairs had been pushed away to the back of the room, leaving a large space in the middle.
He saw a dozen or so people inside the Great Hall, some he recognized like Cho Chang, Angelina Johnson, Cedric Diggory, Rogers, Fred and George, and many more. He saw that there were even some 7th years which was indeed rare to see since most of them go off and do Apprenticeships far away from the school, thus none of them are rare at Hogwarts throughout most of the year.
"I see that you were able to make it," Professor McGonagall noted as she walked up to him.
"Professor," Harry nodded his head respectfully to the older woman.
Acknowledging him, Professor McGonagall turned to the room at large, "You might all be wondering why I called here for, mhm?!"
There were agreeable nods all around as no one knew what was going on just like him and they were all curious to know.
"I want all of you to reform the bases of the Student Committee. With the arrival of the other schools near at hand, I want you all working together to start decorating Hogwarts and to assist with school affairs and activities."
"That is some considerable responsibilities," one student with short blond hair that covered her left eye spoke up.
"I trust that you will all be able to handle it, Beatrice Haywood," Professor McGonagall replied. "This is a very paramount duty as you will have to all show our school spirit and make sure that you out do all the other schools that will be arriving!"
Harry was surprised when he saw Professor McGonagall who was the picture of sternness and good behavior show such a competitive expression.
"Don't worry, Professor McGonagall," Fred spoke up.
"We will show those foreigners what it means to be from the British Isles," George finished for him.
"Good I will be counting on all of you!" Professor McGonagall nodded her head. "Now, I have a class in an hour to prepare for, tell me if you need anything and I will personally get it for you," with that, she left them be as she headed out, closing the great doors behind herself.
"So does anyone have some bright idea what to do?" Rogers asked in a bored tone.
"Why don't we do a magic show?" a Ravenclaw boy asked.
"What about a Broom Skywriting?"
"Let's do some circus acts!"
"Why don't we bring some magical creatures?"
"I say let's have some magic fireworks!"
"Ow, Ow, Ow," the twins raised their hands.
"Why don't we have some dancing sloths?!" George asked once they had everyone's attention.
"I heard it's all the rave with muggles!" Fred chuckled.
"Who do you guys even get this from?" Harry asked as he stared at them to see if they were really being serious or just joking.
"Clowns," a Slytherin seventh year sneered.
"Want to repeat that?" Angelina Johnson asked as in a snap she had her wand out and at the ready.
"We shouldn't be fighting, guys," Cho Chang tried to soothe things over but she was pushed aside as arguments broke out and more wands were drawn.
BANG
A loud sound that deafened everyone echoed in the room, and everyone turned to the source to see Harry holding up his wand. Looking down at everyone who was older than him, but seem to want to act like children, his gaze landed on each and every single person in the room.
"Could you all stop acting like CHILDREN and more like adults?! All your ideas are accepted, except for the dancing sloths," he pointed to the twins.
"Ah," they both uttered in defeat.
"Now let's work together and get this do-...."
"Wait," the seventh year Slytherin uttered as he crossed his arms together and stared down at him. "Who made you in charge."
Eyes narrowing at the older boy, Harry didn't break gaze away from him at all as he shouted, "Raise your hands if you would like me to be head of this Student Committee?!"
Everyone was surprised at his question, but soon his friends and acquaintances raised his hand then others joined in before long as they went along with the crowd. Soon he had nearly everyone except one or two holds out including his challenger.
"Well that settles it," he said as he grinned savagely at the older boy.
Then turning around from him as he wasn't worth his time anymore, he shouted, "Come on people let's go we got work to do before the other schools arrive!"
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