I got the idea of this story from the first Harry Potter's book, from the line "You'd make a fair beater" because I have never seen a beater story.

Harry, Fleur, Neville, Daniel... Everyone's past will be explained in flashbacks so be patient. Some of his bodily changes due to being hybrid are explained (High physical strength due to being a werewolf). So reviewers who asked to know about other changes will have to wait... As there will be quite a lot of them.

To my shame, I had this chapter actually completed by february but I forgot about this during exams... soo here it is -

Chapter 5 :-

Well . . . That was quick, I thought. I can't say that I'm not disappointed, I was used to being the captain of the quidditch team in Durmstrang. How did she even decide who was to be the captain? She doesn't even know how we play.

"Madame you don't even know how we play, shouldn't you at least take our trials first to see who can lead?" Another student, one from Hogwarts voiced my thoughts. That's when I noted except me, Dan and that student from Hogwarts everyone was from Beauxbatons.

"I spoke with Dumbly-dorr and Karkaroff before Mr. Bole," I couldn't help but grin at that, Dumbly-dorr was just hilarious, I was tempted to ask her what she would call Vorldemort, Vorly-dorr maybe? "Now go practise on the ground, I managed to get the first two hours of the ground for us to practise." She said. Dismissing us already? Isn't she at least going to oversee one practise. I broke up my internal musings as Dan tapped me.

The other students were leaving the room, we left with them with me hoping that the snobbish girl would at least be a good captain.

As we reached the quidditch stadium, we were led inside a locker room that had the Beauxbatons crest, how did the girl know we had to go there? Every player's name was written on the locker. I went towards mine, the number three. Opening it there was a kit ready for us with a broom too. Okay maybe this wouldn't be so bad. To my surprise it was a Nimbus 3001. When did this broom come out? Still I wonder if I could use my Firebolt.

"Can we use our own brooms?" I asked Fleur, already knowing the answer.

"Non" came the simple response. Shrugging I went to see my jersey. It was dark blue at the top near the collar and gradually changed to a lighter blue as it went down with black shorts. I have to admit Madame Maxime has a good taste in clothes.

"All right, I want all of you to change in zen minutes and come to ze ground." Said our captain and promptly turned and went inside the girls changing room. Wow talk about being an uptight bitch.

Ten minutes later or zen minutes as our 'captain' put it we were standing on the stadium waiting for further instructions. I did note however that Delacour had the jersey number seven while Dan got ten. The starting line up is usually from one to seven so probably Dan won't start. He looked particularly small as everyone present were near my age. Thin and scrawny that's how the Potters are. I myself despite playing as a beater am thin, the exact opposite how a beater should be, strong and bulky.

Our captains said something which I couldn't understand, in French probably. Two players took off,one guy while the other was a small girl, keepers judging from their different jersey. She turned towards me, "You are ze beaters non?" She asked me and the Bole guy from Hogwarts.

"A beater and a chaser miss Delacour." I couldn't help but say it. The way she said beater, it reeked of disdain perhaps? Wonder if she had something against beaters now?

"Een my team you are a beater." She said. I was more than fine with it. Less responsibilities for me.

Passive legilmency has great uses. One such was telling how exactly a person was feeling towards you. Many people don't know a shit about occulmency, I hoped she didn't too otherwise she wouldn't take it well.

Our eyes met and I used legilmency. It was annoyance. Not disdain. She was annoyed because of beaters. So she is another one of those bitchy people who thinks beaters are some kind of barbarians who love to hurt other people? Great can I get a better captain that 'zat'?

She pulled out a trunk, where the heck did that trunk come from? Handed us are bats and to my surprise she removed two humanoid aiming targets, much like muggles used for shooting practices.

"Zhese 'ave self repairing charm, use it as target practice." And made a shooing motion. Taking the hint I mounted my broom. This was beginner practice. I haven't used such target boards since my fourth year. But still I was more excited to test the new broom than provoke my new captain.

"Shouldn't at least we play a practice match first? It would be better for us, to know our strengths and flaws." Apparently the other beater didn't take this too well, much like myself.

"We will play ze match later, now practice." Our captain said in a final tone. I was wise enough to not argue, however the other beater wasn't. "But-"

"Are you ze capzain 'ere?" She said, agitated. Hmm, the accent gets worse when she's angry I noted.

The player gritted his teeth and went off without a reply.

I followed him too, having enough of my captain's bitchy attitude. I noticed the two targets flying in seemingly random directions over a small area. Bole had already made his way over there.

The broom, I noticed wasn't much unlike the Firebolt, flying a bit faster I was surprised that the handling of the broom didn't reduce by one bit. Firebolt at fast speeds lost a bit of it's edge. I guess I'll see if it really is this good during today's practice.

Reaching near the other beater who turned towards me, "You should have said chaser, you don't really look much like the beater type." he said. I couldn't really fault him, I had heard this hundreds of times. Then again these people didn't know about me being a werewolf. Despite seeming weak I think I was far more strong than any other students in this school.

"We'll see." I replied, with a careless shrug.

"Sure, by the way I'm Lucian, Lucian Bole." Does everyone here introduce themselves like James Bond?

"Harry Potter" I said shaking his hand.

"Shall we?" he asked me going towards the other side of the targets. Fleur seeing us in position, me on one side of the targets and Titus on the other, released a bludger. It came fast towards me, as soon as it reached near me I hit it towards the path of the target, the bludger tore through it and went towards Titus. He hit it back towards me tearing through the other target.

At least our captain could use charms well, I noted as my target had repaired itself.

Quidditch wasn't that bad, as Fleur thought about it now. She could honestly say she was enjoying herself. Making strategies for the team, she could get used to this. Taking her attention from the chasers she turned herself towards the beaters. A slight grimace came to her face when she thought about them. Why would someone want to play quidditch so that they could injure someone was beyond her understanding.

She gaped as the scrawny looking boy hit a bludger with such force that the crack was heard by her. How could a scrawny little boy as that be so powerful? Shaking her head clearing herself of the thoughts the she looked towards the other beater, he was too shocked by the shot it seemed as he froze however even Fleur had to admit that he recovered remarkably well.

She frowned when she saw them tearing through the target with extreme ease. Maybe she should have played a practice match. No use wondering about it now. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed someone coming on the ground. She turned towards them with the intention of telling them to leave when she noticed it was headmaster Dumbledore and his team.

Their time was up? She called off everyone including the two beaters, one of whom, was giving her a death glare. When realisation dawned on her, they never played a practice match, so what? We can play tomorrow. It wasn't that big of a deal.

"Harry, my boy, how do you like the new broom?" She heard Dumbledore's voice. This Harry Potter guy seemed to know all the important people in the school, she thought with a frown.

"It's good, better than my Firebolt," Harry added, "I think. It has the same problem as Firebolt tough, at high speeds it's difficult to control."

She like everyone had stopped to watch the byplay between Harry and the Hogwarts headmaster.

"This is just a testing phase my boy, I'm sure it will improve."

Before the boy could even reply Viktor Krum interrupted "What are you doing with those?" Pointing towards the targets in the hands of the beaters.

Potter boy grumbled something which she couldn't hear which caused Viktor to laugh. She noted with amusement that the other beater's glare now intensified. She gave a slight smirk and turned towards the changing rooms, after all what could the beater do? She was the captain.

I forgot how much I loved lying down here. This day was particularly stressful for me, doing beginners practice in quidditch and dealing with the Delacour's attitude were enough of a problem for anyone. I couldn't fly with Viktor as he was in his practice. So I was left with only one option, sleep.

Every summer that I spent here, it used to be my favourite place for relaxing, lying down near the great lake under a tree. This time however I had to put certain charms around the place as students would disturb me. A simple notice me not charm was a must.

"Harry?" I heard someone's voice.

"I'm here." I announced wondering who would disturb my sleep. The proper question would be, who knew I would be here except Daniel or maybe Albus. It had to be Neville.

"Where were you during the feast?" I asked as I heard rustling behind me.

"With Dean and Seamus." he answered, as he sat opposite me with a slight grin.

"So why did the boy-who-lived decide to grace me with his noble presence?" I asked knowing how much Neville hated that name. And disappointed I was not, as he scowled.

"Your brother too lived!" He replied grumbling.

I grinned lazily "Not from Vorldemort. And I don't think anyone even remembers that he survived the killing curse."

He shook his head, likely because we could argue all day about this. Really noticing him now, I saw he was quite nervous. I had known Neville pretty much all his life, and I could honestly say that I knew him the better than anyone and I had never seen him this nervous in his entire life.

"Um I wanted to. . . I wanted to tell you about . . ." he stuttered.

I raised an eyebrow, what was it?

He seemed to gather his courage finally.

"It was because of me Pettigrew escaped."

I could feel the anger burning through my body as he said this. The hate for Pettigrew, at Neville for not being thorough with Peter. I took a second to compose myself, people knew I had anger issues when anyone spoke of that rat so rarely anyone talked of him.

I forced it away, and lied smoothly, "It's okay Neville, I forgive you."

Somewhere at the back of my mind I think I always knew that it was Neville who would be compassionate about justice for Pettigrew not Daniel.

Seeing the usually timid boy give me the brightest smile he could muster I knew the lie was worth it. I didn't truly hate Neville, nobody expect Vorldemort could completely hate this boy. But I could not forget it, the rat because of whom my parents were tortured almost too death, escaped because of his naiveness.

I knew how much I meant to him, how could you tell a child that he is naïve? How could you tell someone that you hated a man so much that you would go to very depths of hell to torture him? And the very man had escaped because of some child's sense of justice? Men like them deserved to go down the worst way possible, death by veil would be a mercy for him compared to what I have in mind.

"Thanks Harry" he said beaming, "I heard about how much you shouted at Dan because of this, and I was scared, that you would shout at me too if -" I cut him off mid-speech "It's fine Nev, I'm over it anyway. Besides there will be a next time for revenge." I told him giving the best grin I could muster. He seemed to accept it, as he gave a sigh of relief.

"So are you finally going to ask the Abbot girl out? You know there's going to be a ball this year right?" I asked out of nowhere. Standard textbook defence mechanism to hide how I feel, embarrass the other person.

"What? No! Wait which ball? What ball?" he asked nervously. There the timid boy returns. Sometimes he really looked like a lost brother to me.

"Why do you think they told us to get dress robes this year? To swim with them?" I watched as his eyes went wide with horror as he realisation hit him. Merlin do these people ever think? Why else would they be told to get dress robes? For dance obviously.

"So I have to ask someone out?"

"Of course not, you're the boy-who-lived everyone will ask you out." Geez what a dumb question. "Are you sure you aren't brain damaged, you know by the killing curse?"

"Hey!" he raised his voice to protest. "I'm not brain damaged!"

"And still how managed to utter such a dumb question. You had me believing you were." I grinned. Annoying people was fun. A great stress reliever too if you ask me.

He shook his head. I think because he knew no one can win an argument with me.

"When is it going to be held?"

"I'm not the headmaster here. Go and ask him, I'm not all knowing."

"Oh you aren't? You had me believing you were." He replied grinning. Cheeky brat.

"Well if I were, the first I would do was declare you brain damaged." It was amusing to see, as his grin turned into a scowl in seconds.

"Leaving my brains aside, you're going to help me right?" What did he need my help for? And not Dumbledore's.

"Help you with what? Look if you need help in wanking off then please stay away from me." Oh great, his scowl now turned into snarl.

"Not that!" and he mumbled something that I couldn't hear.

"What then?" I can't be at fault to just do whatever he wanted quickly and just go to sleep.

"I'm going to ask Hannah on a date." he said embarrassed. This time my grin was genuine, Merlin knows how much time I spent with him trying up his courage to ask this Hannah girl out.

"All you needed was to ask my protégé, now first things first. call me master Harry." Oh this is going to be Hilarious, you don't know what you have gotten yourself into Nev.

Was something wrong? Instead of his scowl I received a grin.

"Looks like your ladylove is here." he said grinning. Huh? Who? I turned my head to look behind and imagine my surprise when I found Celine standing there. Looking back at Neville who had now stood up, with irritatingly twinkling eyes he said "I shall leave now, 'master' Harry." Since when did the shy Neville have enough confidence enough to tease me back?

"Asshole" I muttered under my breath.

"What is it?" I asked Celine who sat down opposite to me much like how Neville was.

"Never knew you had such a fetish, and that too for boys." Great, is this some kind off pick up on Harry day? First the Delacour bitch, now this.

"Hardly, it was just a joke." I said with a scoff.

She seemed having a hard time concealing her grin. "Sure. What are you doing here anyway?"

"Swimming what else? Didn't you know I'm secretly a mermaid and I love to swim." I replied with heavy sarcasm, "What does it look like I'm doing?" Why do people ask such obvious questions only Merlin knows.

"I don't know maybe having a secret 'bonding' time with the boy-who-lived." At least first she was making an effort to conceal her grin, now though . . . doesn't she have anything better to do than pester me?

"If you are done with your smart ass comments, you can perhaps find the reason why you are here in your brain."

"Can't I spend sometime with a friend?" She asked me with such a innocent face I almost fell for her act. I glared at her. It usually did wonders on shutting others up, but it doesn't seem to work on her.

"Your 'friend' wants to sleep as he has had a very frustrating day today." Something in my words must have affected her as a smirk made way to her face.

"You met her didn't you?" She asked with the infuriating smirk.

"Met who?" For once in my life I think I would like direct answer to a question.

"Fleur Delacour, who else?" Ah now I understood the reason behind the smirk, she was from Beauxbatons of course she would have known Fleur Delacour.

"Yes, irritating bitch, isn't she?" I really shouldn't call someone I just met a bitch but I really can't help it, she got my captaincy and was just flat out rude.

"That she is. I was here to tell you about that, I knew her from my time in Beauxbatons. Once you get to know her she's actually nice to be with." She stopped before continuing, "Anyway I saw your name on the with Madame Maxime, let me tell you one thing, in Beauxbatons nobody plays quidditch."

"What! They don't play quidditch?" I was appalled, they never played quidditch and half of them were my team-mates! Suddenly the practice session, the beginner stuff made sense to me.

"No," She replied looking a bit too much amused from this situation if I could guess, "They have flying classes but no quidditch. They think it's barbaric, especially the beaters."

I groaned, Couldn't I just been sent to Dumbledore's team? I will have to ask Madame Maxime for a transfer from this shitty team. "And Madame Maxime, is she a bit, partial to Miss Delacour?" I had this question on my mind since the beginning of the practise session, judging by the way she had selected her as the captain.

I had to mask my surprise when she gave a derisive snort, "A bit partial? That's putting it lightly, she adores Fleur like her own child." Well well well this is interesting, there looked to be a bit of bad blood between them.

I opened my mouth to ask another question about Beauxbatons, since Celine was in such a talkative mood but before I could even utter a word "Save your questions, I'm not your elf, 'master' Harry go pester someone else." she interrupted me. Blood rushed to my face like a river flows from a dam. I have to, really have to admit that 'master' did sound sexy even if it was from a Malfoy and it was sarcastic.

She seemed to enjoy my discomfort as the smirk on her face became wider "So I was hoping for a tour of Hogwarts." she asked me.

I shrugged already used to her changing of topics at the least possible moment,"Sure go pester some Hogwarts student about it, let me have my rest."

"I don't know any Hogwarts student though."

What a lie, her own brother is in Hogwarts. Lifting an eyebrow I said "Yeah I'm sure I must have heard of Draco Malfoy being in Beauxbatons." At least she had the decency to blush at this.

"Well, I didn't ask him did I? What problem do you have in giving a beautiful girl a tour of a grand Castle?" Loads of problems that you wouldn't even begin to understand Malfoy.

"Beautiful girl? I can't see any beautiful girl in the vicinity." I said and I made an exaggerated pose of looking around. "See? None." And closed my eyes hoping she would leave.

I couldn't ignore the satisfactory smile that spread on my face when I heard her huff.

Hogwarts was very cold, came the first thought to Fleur's mind as she thought about her new home for the year. Sure she expected it to be cold but this? France was much better, especially during this time of the year she thought as she made her way towards the great hall for lunch. She wouldn't be ashamed to admit that she was tired during the quidditch practice today.

Fleur who despised quidditch players, now had a whole lot of respect from them as they had to basically undergo what she did everyday. Maybe not of this intensity but still it required a lot of energy. Quidditch was a barbaric sport, she thought before but now she did begin to understand the strategy, the fun that was part of quidditch. Before all she about quidditch was that it was a means for people, especially beaters, to hurt others when they normally couldn't. Now she thought about strategies, where to position each beater, how to have chasers that can function together.

It was an enlightening experience.

"Fleur," she heard a familiar voice call out to her. She morphed her features into one of annoyance to dissuade whoever would insult her. So imagine her surprise when she found Celine Malfoy standing there, that too in Durmstrang robes. Tilting her head towards the girl standing in the slightest of nods "Celine, fancy seeing you here."

Where did Celine come from anyway? There was just the lake from where she came from.

" 'ow does Durmstrang suit you?" Fleur asked, Celine had informed her that she would be leaving Beauxbatons, but she didn't say that she would be going to Durmstrang. Fleur had assumed that the English witch would go to Hogwarts or be home schooled again.

"It's cold," She replied with a small shiver, "It makes the climate here look like summer."

Fleur snorted at that, this climate was horrendous what could possibly be worse?

"Why Durmstrang zough?" she couldn't help but ask her about the change.

"Advanced studies" replied the nonchalant girl with a shrug.

"Uhm . . . ." a voice called out towards them from behind, "have you seen Harry Potter?" Turning back she realised that it was the red headed boy who was staring at her yesterday at the feast. She shook her ahead in the negative when Celine spoke up, "Yes, he's there near the lake."

Didn't just Celine come from the same direction? And why was she smirking? Were the thoughts in Fleur's head. The boy however seemed incapable of understanding that as he stood there staring at Fleur. She gave him a disgusted look and started walking towards the great hall. The finding Harry Potter seemed like a ruse just to talk or ogle her it seemed.

"English pigs..." she muttered as Celine caught up with her.

"Now, now Fleur you really shouldn't judge a book by it's cover. Not all Englishmen are Weasleys." Celine said.

"Weasleys?" Fleur asked with a curious face.

"They're a famous family in England, famous for being poor actually but still famous." Came the answer from Celine, though she looked to be frowning.

"Being poor is not ze problem, being a pig is."

(Somewhere in Egypt)

"William will you stop staring at that tone? We have wards to unravel on the Pyramids!" Came the shout of a crewman disturbing his thoughts.

"Ah! Right sorry. I guess I was distracted." Replied Bill. Thinking now why was he distracted? All his thoughts about the extremely large stone near the now sphinx' mouth forgotten.

"Pitiful humans, so weak, I could crush them with my hand." said someone from a place that was very much near the stone, which the red-headed man had stared

"Don't underestimate them Ranor, we have our powers they have theirs too. Let the humans enjoy their power now, it shall be short lived anyway." Another human-like person said; but calling that person a human being was not any sane man would do, for they looked too pale, and they had fangs... fangs which could be seen as they talked and they were tall, so tall that humans could only hope of reaching them.

"Their power? Brother Ragnar you and I have been here long enough to know these humans are nothing in front of us." The now identified Ranor said with barely disguised hate.

"Yet they rule this world. They have their strength in numbers brother" raising his hand to stop Ranor's reply, "We have talked of this enough for this day. Today is the day the Daywalker is caught, it is time for celebration."

"Don't you dare Ragnar, she is our sister. The Gods will be angry at you, for you curse your own sister." Ranor by now was face to face with his brother standing at least half a head taller than his Ragnar, he made an imposing site. But being immortal Ragnar had seen far worse things than his brother.

"She is not my sister, look at what she did! To us, to our families to our kingdom. We are a shadow of what we were because of her! Even the gods acknowledge that. Or she wouldn't be caught without the help of the Gods." He protested back.

"And you forget brother" Ranor said mockingly, "She is the one that gave us our powers, without her you would be rotting dead."

"And what of the gods whom she so foolishly betrays? What of the false oaths she has taken with their name? Will you simply forget it?"

Ranor now had a hand on his brother's neck, some would say the grip he had was almost choking, it would not be far away from the truth, "She has a name, Clara, call her by that name." He whispered, dangerously close to Ragnar.

"Ah Fenrir! Welcome." Said a man, with poor looking muggle clothes, "What brings you here?" Asked the man, who looked to be in his early forties. He had grey hair and he looked much like a guy with a lot of bulky muscles.

"I have heard much about this community Kilfoot, some even say this is the largest community of werewolf's in the world." Fenrir replied looking at the forest around him.

The man, Kilfoot, gave an almost feral smile.

Shrugging at this unusual behaviour Fenrir continued "Where is your leader?"

"Our leader is gone" he said and continued, "I ask again why are you here?"

Now that Fenrir noticed Kilfoot did have a slight German accent. Understandable as currently Fenrir was in Germany. "Have you heard about Lord Vorldemort?"

"Hey Harry"

Ugh. I was awoken from my sleep again? I should have gone in the Durmstrang's ship. Looking around I found the source of the voice. It was Ronald 'Dumb as a troll' Weasley standing in front of me.

"What is it?" I asked smirking. Was he here to start a row with me again?

"Umwellyouknowicametosaysorry" He said it so quickly that I never even understood a word he said. So this was his new way of calling me a dark wizard? Say it so fast that only he himself understood.

"Stop babbling like an idiot and say what you want to, a bit slowly this time if you can." I told him.

His eyes narrowed. Something must have changed because he turned away from me, "You're an asshole" he muttered walking away. Well I just called him an idiot, why was he so angry about that? Whatever I just couldn't muster enough strength at the moment to care about him.

Viktor Krum was had many virtues but unfortunately patience was not one of them. One would expect that with a friend like Harry Potter, who a reputation for being late, he would learn to cultivate patience a bit into his life but in-fact it would seem now that this virtue had only worsened for him.

Unfortunately as usual, many eyes in the great hall were on him. All he wanted to do was remove their eyeballs from their sockets at the moment, that's why Harry Potter was such a good friend, he never stared at him never bugged him as a fanboy. Sighing he began to eat, he should have known Harry would be late even for dinner.

Talking of the devil, he saw Harry entering the hall. Harry paused as he entered as if looking for someone. When his eyes found Viktor's he gave his usual smirk and started making his way towards Slytherin table. 'Well that was unexpected' Viktor thought. Viktor thought that Harry would again sit at the Gryffindor table just to piss off Karkaroff more. Draco Malfoy would have to sit somewhere else now, there was no way he was going to listen to Malfoy's rant about politics and mudbloods and whatnot when he could have a better option.

"Budge up" He told Draco Malfoy beside him. 'Why couldn't the little ponce sit with his sister?'

Malfoy looked astonished, Viktor barely contained his grin, Malfoy looked like he had been told Santa was dead. "I think I did not hear you properly." Draco Malfoy said. Out of the corner of his eyes Viktor saw that Harry had approached them, that was good, Harry had this amazing ability to get whatever he wants from anyone in world.

"Excuse me" Harry said facing Malfoy, "Can you make a bit of space? I want to sit with my 'friend' " with special emphasis on 'friend'.

Malfoy's eyes narrowed at that, but he did as Harry asked.

"How was the new broom?" Harry asked Viktor, still smirking.

"It's very good, better than firebolt" Krum replied.

"Better? I don't think so. It is a bit faster but the turning! That's very tough." Harry said with a frown.

Viktor shook his head, "There's a trick" He said with a grin.

"A trick? What is it?" Harry asked with his eyes wide.

"When you hold this broom, hold it a bit lower than your usual grip. It does wonders for control." Viktor replied in German, after all he didn't want to give this trick to everyone.

"That's ..." he couldn't hear his reply as someone cut in, "Harry Potter, are you not?" It was Malfoy again, what an annoying brat.

Harry turned towards Draco and gave him his usual smirks inclining his head. And began to eat. Malfoy must have not noticed the meaning or he ignored the gesture and continued-"Tell me Harry Potter, is brother not the boy-who-lived?"

"He is" Harry said tilting his head again.

"Then your family must give him more..." he stopped as if trying to recall a word, "Attention! Don't they?"

At this point Viktor noticed almost everyone who were near them or could hear them were paying attention to the conversation, no matter which school they belonged to.

"You know last year I was in Africa." Harry suddenly said, now finally facing Malfoy.

"There is a famous legend there, tell me would you like to hear it?" Harry asked now his smirk was almost feral.

Malfoy leaned back, "Why not?" he said looking at others.

"Once before the humans Kenya had two large groups of animals at war over a land full of riches, one was lions and the others were snakes." pausing, most likely for his dramatics he continued "Now the lions were strong, so strong that the snakes could not kill them or eat them easily. But the snakes had one thing the lions did not have, that is..." and he pointed at Draco's brain, "Cunning."

"So one day a snake went to the lions, and told them that he was tired of war so he would help lions end the war. Now the lions were not foolish, they knew the snake could be lying but the snake looked really old, his scales we're almost shed and he was very small. What harm could he do? They thought and accepted his help. The snake helped the lions not for a day, or a week, or a month but for a whole year." Harry said. Pausing to to a bite of the food, he continued.

"Now the lions were almost on the verge of winning the war, when the snake revealed that location of the largest and the last den of snakes. The mighty lions went to attack them straight on, after all the war was almost won, what could the snakes do." This time he paused to take a sip from his drink.

"And then?" A random Slytherin near them asked.

Harry smirked, "It was a trap, the lions were surrounded from all the directions and slaughtered mercilessly, from a force of snakes that was larger than they had ever seen. You see the snakes had been hiding their forces, their armies for almost a year, and it the old snake that set led the lions there was the one who was to lead them to the trap."

"The snakes won the war over the next month! And with it the land of riches, with so much gold that would not end until many generations died."

"I don't understand what am I supposed to do with your story?" Draco Malfoy asked.

Harry leaned close to the boy and told the boy in a voice that was perfectly audible to everyone near them, "What you need to understand from my story is. . . that snakes always win."

Viktor laughed 'Cheeky Bastard' he thought. Following Viktor lead, many of them laughed.

"Now unlike you guys, I have some work to do." Harry said standing up. Viktor saw Albus Dumbledore leaving his table at the very next moment.

So I promised the update in April... Here it is! 6K words damn! I was hoping to write a chapter for 4-5k but I just wrote and wrote and wrote.

To all readers- This story will not bash either Ron or Hermoine, althought it looks like that in the start, but it will change. Bashing will be very less in my story.

Also you guys must have noticed I didn't really describe how everyone looks or how Harry looks what colour are his eyes well that's because most of this chapter is from his POV. This will change in the future of that I promise.

Next update – May :D

To all writers- Please write a story that actually makes sense... I am constantly reading others stories and well... 99 percent are disappointing.

Till the next time. . .